TROPICAL FUCK STORM
NAMES: Fiona Kitschin, Gareth Liddiard, Lauren Hammel, Erica Dunn. AGE: I believe the term is “grown and sexy,” thankyouverymuch! FROM: Greater Fuck Melbourne, on the coastline of Port Fuck Phillip Bay. OCCUPATION: Space truckers. HOBBIES: Beating cancer.
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TROPICAL FUCK STORM
CREEM PROFILES
NAMES: Fiona Kitschin, Gareth Liddiard, Lauren Hammel, Erica Dunn.
AGE: I believe the term is “grown and sexy,” thankyouverymuch!
FROM: Greater Fuck Melbourne, on the coastline of Port Fuck Phillip Bay.
OCCUPATION: Space truckers.
HOBBIES: Beating cancer. What do you do for fun?
LAST BOOK YOU READ: 1001 Australian Nights by Dave Graney, Switch the Bitch by Pettifleur Berenger.
LAST ACCOMPLISHMENT: Making the best live album since Rush’s Exit...Stage Left.
QUOTE: “Please pass the fuck salt."
PROFILE: CREEM has a soft spot for any “supergroup" made up of members from bands nobody has heard of. In that, Tropical Fuck Storm are awarded half credit as the Drones are one of our favorite bands of all time, Mod Con are in the top 100 of Melbourne’s approximately 1,000,000 post-punk bands, and High Tension are the only Australian extreme metal band we could name with a gun to our head. Their aptly named new live LP, Tropical Fuck Storm’s Inflatable Graveyard, is one-half existential dread and one-half amphetamine-puffed bounce castle. A veritable greatest-hits collection where every song is a boy-girl battle royale, an art-destroyed vamp, with Stooges and Bee Gees covers! If that weren’t enough, a little bird (of the avis publicista variety) just told us that Fire Records (home of Mekons, Throwing Muses, etc.) will release TropFucSto’s new studio album, Fairyland Codex, and it will undoubtedly be the subliminal sounds (utilized to drive CIA agents insane) of the summer.
Authentic There are zillions of ways to get your name in the papers, but only one way to slake your thirst for CREEM. The quality standards we set down in the dawn of the Seventies have been a Wild Mouse ride through the Highlands, the Lowlands, and the Barstools. Every drop’s a hoot.
Always say “Boy Howdy!”
