Yuh huh, I’m writing for these guys. They didn’t publish my first profile though:

I’d rather not say welcome to a night of Hair Bands but let’s just say you’ll be able to detect the slightest whiff of hairspray intermingling amongst the usual stink of rock fueled beer and sweat. I guess you can’t expect anything less when a motley crew of Melbourne lads crash this city. Look forward to Davey Lane cutting a fine figure against Spectrum’s rainbow stripes as he takes The Pictures to the stage. With You Am I and The Wrights badges pinned firmly to his jacket one wonders how many more bands this man can strum for. The Exploders and The New Black bring up the back, sure to blow away all those pansy Sydney boys with some real meaty M-town musical action.

You know what I’ve just noticed? There sure be some interesting names in that contributors list. Arturo Escartin’s got to be my favourite. Like straight out of a murder mystery caper!