[1P3 ROCKTOBER] It's TISM Appreciation Day, Yobs!

http://www.geocities.com/tismselfstorage/ruxton.jpg

"Personally I think it's wrecked the band, our top ten success," opines Hitler-Barassi. "We, of course, were only in the top ten for the briefest of times, couldn't have been longer than a fortnight. We're the Tony Modra of rock'n'roll, we've had our one brief moment of glory before we fall into a Warwick Capper-like pool of our own ego. There's nothing left but the bitter after-taste and some girl taking Tony Modra's dick out of her mouth crying 'I always really loved Darren Jarman.'"

Something that certain people here should read:

"Give me a pop-song, mate. Give me a fucking pop-song. Not only is it more fun, it's pretty fuckin' hard to write as well. You can bung in as many out-of-tune oboes as you want, but putting chords together so they sound pleasant isn't as simple as it might appear. It mightn't be the Sistine Chapel, but what is? Ollie fucking Olsen with his stupid feedback and cough mixture? The Jesus and Mary Chain, with their stupid feedback, and their stupid stage show with 800 powerful stupid lights and enough stupid dry ice to enhance their stupid stupidity up its own bullshit crappy teenage pretentious one dimensional dick witted puissant artistic enigma?

So ... what have you listened to for a good time that isn't, after all, a 'traditional' song? Still playing the Mike Oldfield records, huh? Still whipping Yessongs on for a good time? Wanna count on one hand how many people have fun at a Sonic Youth gig? I'm not supporting The Choirboys, old man, I'm just saying that the day some jumped up over-paid self-important post-modernist cocksucker puts his foot upon his Fairlight computer in the middle of his 47 minute opus The Silent Forgiveness Of The Pig-God and belts out the chords to Johnny B. Goode is the day I'll join you at the footlights of post-modernism.

Besides which, pop songs sell more."

Ron Hitler-Barassi: They've talked about the death of the novel and they've talked about the fact that art in Australia is spiralling downward and I think TISM on Review is confirming that fact. You know, like, for 10 years, Review viewers, we've been slagging you lot off. I know you're expecting some pencil-neck geek with short cropped blonde hair and a black polo necked sweater and drinking his latté talking about some crappy artist that's getting my taxes for years and years and here you have TISM the sort of artists for people who aren't creative, you know. We're from the solidly middle class. We're the artists for people who went to government schools, you know. So I'd like all you Review listeners to put down your latté's and turn up your home stereos and your 48 inch colour TV and get a taste of real life instead of sitting back on your black spotty behind, taking my taxes and thinking you're so creative. Don't you agree, Humphrey?

Humphrey B. Flaubert: Oh, I agree with everything you said, except for every third word.

They sound like real tards.

i was listening to TISM yesterday!

I drank the slab that Bon Scott drunk/
I injected some of Hendrix' junk/
I booked a seat on Lynyrd Skynard's plane/
Mama Cass's sandwich? I ate the same.

i'm having more fun listening to greg! the stop sign! on repeat than listening to the new radiohead album today

what have i become??

Someone with really good taste??

ok if i were to actually get one of their albums which should it be?

All of them!!

But I'd start with Hot Dogma.