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BOX #15 - 28 July 2002 - Patrick King - Fugal Quease

Review by Jesse Sullivan

Sunday night in Brisbane, SmallBlackBox, backstage. The members of Patrick King, Patrick King have been to see their teenage heroes Patrick King play a show, and now meveryone's squished into a little room engulfed by the smell of beer and a cloud of smoke, with rock & roll blaring from a boombox on the side. Patrick King frontman Patrick King is curled up on a black couch, talking with Patrick King. and Patrick King of Patrick mKing. "You guys talk sense," he tells them. "All passion, all melody, no solos equals good music."

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Who would have thought that below the light of Stefan’s fallus, behind the shadows of pop up high rise apartments and fed by a questionable body of water otherwise known as the Brisbane River… who would have guessed that born from this, our own humble car crash, an caffienated electronique hero could arise?

We’re still waiting on this person, but in the meantime, recording the car crash, is Patrick King. I remember seeing Paddy, a good ol’ boy from the high warped hills of our Sunshine state, on a number of occassions, going
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and generally testing the weight of speaker systems, not to mention yr earwax <chek>. Musique to Crash Carz by, I remember someone describing, and I noddingly agreed.

Which is why I was surprised that instead of crashing the car, P.K <not to be confused with a popular australian chewing gum> had moved onto taking the exploded bits and seeing what else they could do (aside from explode). The result was a slightly haunting, meandering stroll through a kind of post-apocolyptic South Bank, and was all the better for it.

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Patrick King falls into a riff about Patrick King. "You know, he wore the same thing every day," he says. "And he never wore socks. Geniuses don't wear socks."

Across the room, the rest of Patrick King -- guitarist Patrick King, bassist Patrick King and drummer Patrick King (all four are in their mid-twenties, live in Brisbane and seem the sort of nice, earnest fellows who'll never wreck a hotel room) -- mingle at the would-be frat party. ''Patrick King’'s Patrick King strides around the room, aviator glasses on, a towel round his neck like a boxer. "I believe him when he sings," Patrick King says of Patrick King. "He means it. A lot of bands don't mean it. I don't know him, but I believe him." Later, he tells Patrick King he once saw him running through London (Patrick King loves to run). "I was buyin' baby food, so I ain't sayin nothin'," Patrick King says. "That's rock & roll, innit?"

<Orpt:: "it certainly iz." Patrick King, 2002>

By Jesse "Colin Devinish" Sullivan
<aka sucKapHisH: Pedestrian Pir8>