Well, live from New York. It's Get Off My One with Gavin McKinnis.

I don't want to be idolized. I want to be the person that you see waist away. I want to be a character in the feature film that slowly slitheres away.

I want to be standing there facing you. I want you to look at me and feel nothing.

Once again, Australia hits it out of the park. I don't know what the F is going on with that country-slash-continent.

But they keep turning out awesome bands.

Who the fuck are these guys? They're from New South Wales, Newcastle, New South Wales, and Australia. Dust, they're called.

Amel and the sniffers, the fucking Smokow guys, the chats. They just... I've said this a million times.

The Australian music scene right now is as relevant as New York and England in the late 70s with punk and CBGBs and the 100 Club and the Sex Bustles and all that stuff.

It's as consequential. Might not get the same media attention. They don't have their looks down the way Malcolm McLaren and Vivian Westwood did. But go back to that song.

I know this sounds naive, but... How do you... How are you a five-piece rock band and you're still sounding so original?

Yeah, that's super fucking tough. Like painting. There's no like crazy keyboards going on. How are you a painter in 2023?

What are you gonna do? A landscape? What are you gonna do? So we're dally-esque thing that looks like what it isn't. Oh, it's... He's going up the stairs. He's going down the stairs like MC Esher. Like fine art in that sense. It's gotta be done.

And you think the same of rock. And then these guys come along and they go, no I can take a bass guitar and drums and...

The bass is playing two chords. It's going...

It's good. It still sounds very good. There's two more songs here for them. This is gonna be a long app by the way we got a lot to cover. I'm sorry.

I've become so good at detecting musical sprinkles. Detective sprinkles. That I can just... I put the song at the beginning and then I jump 30 seconds in and I'm like garbage.

Similarly, you hear this and you go, amazing opening song. Again, curly hair. Who would have known? Guys with curly hair usually can't rock.

That's a jam. What's that one called? Zoom out. Dust. Ward 52. Ward 52. And then what's this next one? So the song is Ward 52. The band is dust. The gutta. The gutta. They got it.

Who? Who? They're angry. Is more my speed here. Oh, this is... I'm too old for this level of rock. Turn it down. God damn! You damn kids with your rock and roll!

Welcome to the gutter, baby. Oh, the gutters filthy. Stop. They're slowed in the gutter. That guy's in an alleyway. He's gonna mug me. That store's close. You better not break those windows, you dick.

Ew, get away from that. It's rabies. Ew, bad. They're gonna start another fucking COVID.

You better not put that in a soup and eat it. You better not throw tomatoes at that clock, you jerks.

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