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Spiderfightcatwaterhate

by Burn in Hell

A bunch of pirate punks and carny undertakers playing in a 1930s Berlin bar, from Chopin to chaos . Telling it like it isnt
Genre: Rock: Freakbeat
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1. Not If But When
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2. Oilman
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3. Idiot Ship
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4. Wet Dirt
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5. Kidnap Express
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6. Shitkicker Blues
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7. Dance of the Dead Gypsy
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8. Grave News From Underground
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9. Big Blue One
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10. Under and Outta Control
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11. I Married A Monster From Outer Space
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13. Burn In Hell In D Minor
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ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes

Glenn first accosted the public as a human punk in the band Plastic Generation.

There followed an abysmal trail down the search for misunderstanding and a litany of insults to music and good taste.

Blah, Akashik Rags, Pigs in Serious Shit (P.I.S.S), Bachuzegs, Practical Folk Music, Von Spaceberg, Womnal, Balaclava Joe, The Slappers, Gut.

All full of reprehensible characters with nothing poetic to say and no melodies to sing.

You heard it all before. And now more of the same with Burn in Hell. Some people never learn.


Glenn is now 83 and living with his 117 year old Dugong bride. They share their time between a beach front igloo on Isle Saint Paul and a rock on St Kilda pier.

They figure there’s 200 years between them so they are wise enough to start breeding some narcissistic cynical mermaids.


Conceived during a lunar eclipse it was inevitable that Gaz would be born in a lunatic asylum where he was to spend his formative years. Finally after numerous unsuccessful attempts he managed to escape by impersonating a visiting magician and just simply disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Though tired but not exhausted, Gaz is still on the run (from what, nobody knows). Many years after this amazing escape and whilst still running, he ran slap bang into a band which would become The Glass Bead Game!

He played guitar with them for a couple of years but eventually left to become a famous sci-fi writer. He soon discovered that he had absolutely no talent for it. Thus the literary world vomited him up and out and down into another band appropriately called Kolzen (German for Vomit).

Kolzen, like the Who, would smash their instruments, but unfortunately they would do this at the start of the gig and the audience would never hear any of their brilliant songs. They eventually ran out of instruments (and money) and disbanded. Deep sea diving next attracted Gaz (especially the spiritual side of it) and while attempting it with a mere snorkel he was overcome by that juggernaut Womnal on which he hitched a ride across the wild seas for the next six years stopping at numerous ports and adventures.

After it ran aground on some uncharted island, Gaz jumped ship and was subsequently picked up by the passing SS Space Echo. The Echo tended to float in the clouds rather than sail the seas so escape meant using a parachute, which Gaz didn’t have.

And so he fell and fell and fell all the way past the Earth and eventually into Hell where he resides and burns to this very day playing the piano with the Devil.
Born during Bonham's drum solo at Led Zeppelin's Kooyong show, Evan spent his early years in the stands wrapped in only a Led Zep t-shirt.

After a brief stint as a ball boy he was then discovered for the role of "storm boy" (along side Mr Persival). The days passed and his visions turned back to drums and drum related objects and activities. He began hitting things at age 16, becoming "Evan Dweeb" of the world famous Dweebs. Then later breaking sticks and knuckles in Megalong Valley, Womnal, Resistica, Broken Head and Tenfold.

Then without a trace, he vanished... After supposed sightings singing with The Mumblers and Water (plus The Black Crowes? and The Last Temptation of Christ?) and rumors of bio-mechanical surgery, he returned to the throne with rock bands Cold Harbour, Truck Stop Diner Dolls, Gunghoes (even The Violent Mood Swings, Dallas Crane and Gun Street Girls).

Finally at the age of 72 rejoining and rejoicing with Glenn and Gary, after many years trading only smoothest silks in Zanzibar. He wanted to play bass but they wouldn't let him.








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Burn In Hell - Spiderfightcatwaterhate Album Review
Review > New Music

Today's PR-obsessed world suggests we're crying out for advertising copy-friendly, manufactured genres that mix metaphors, distort historical narratives and juxtapose contrasting images and recognisable icons. That same cry might just as easily be the sound of people screaming in pain at perpetual attempts at mangling the poor, unfortunate beast that is the English language.

So it's with considerable trepidation that we can wonder whether local band Burn In Hell could be classified as a progenitor of the nascent 'pirate rock' genre. The artwork for the band's curiously titled album Spiderfightcatwaterhate doesn't help: a pirate ship, a few ghoulish dancing skeletons and a blood-stained Caribbean scene replete with dead men's tales.

With its rumbling beats and bar room piano, the opening track Not If But When could be your standard down and dirty drunken ditty; the lyrics, however, suggest Burn In Hell have enough irony to provoke a brawl with the most placid of old sea salts. Oil Man finds the Volga boatmen in the dock, pissed to the eyeballs on cheap vodka and some contraband American blues records, Idiot Ship is violent whimsy for the merchant navy and Wet Dirt tells the story of the seedy, drug-fuelled detritus of society on the margins.

Kidnap Express , however, is out of the box. With a distant nod to The Doors, but packing the gritty-urban narrative punch of Raw Power-era Iggy - this is a story of decadence and depravity from which only few escape. Shitkicker Blues winds back the familiar alley to the dockside pub where humanity prostrates itself pathetically across the piss-and-vomit stained floor; by the time of Big Bad Blue, Burn In Hell have hooked up with Tom Waits and a bunch of old Texan rockers and are kicking some serious arse. Under And Outta Control is a love song that trades romance for perversion ("I put you on a pedestal/So I could see up your dress"), with the band's typical dose of irreverent humour.

After a cover of the iconoclastic John Cooper Clarke's I Married A Monster From Outer Space, Burn In Hell finish up with their own eponymous anthem. It's less a melody-filled track than a secular sermon offered up at the apex of nocturnal inebriation. It's profane, it's intense and it's the sort of shit the average pirate rocker would give their gold filled teeth for.

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By Patrick Emery
Posted on July 1st