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Here's a hilarious review of our first single.... This one is going straight to the pool room!! BUGDUST

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BUGDUST – Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls

To Melbourne cock rock band Bugdust's credit, there is very little ambiguity within their debut single. The title should give you a pretty clearcut indication of what this song, and presumably these four bearded chaps' lives, are all about. They really like girls. Girls. Girls. Girls. Girls. We're talking about girls! they scream, as guitars wail like an Airbourne covers band, although that's probably investing a tad too much depth into Bugdust's influences. Bogan rock is so easy to do as an easy-target pisstake, and in the beer-odoured hands of someone like The Casanovas, Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls would have been done with a sly wink and an ironic mullet, leaving it as a weak nod to an unfashionable style of music they want to pay homage to, without looking like fools themselves. Bugdust have that watered-down compromise sorted. They're the real bogan deal. So hopelessly futile are the lyrics, without a shred of self-conscious second guessing, that I truly believe they are talking about girls that much. It rings true, no matter how appallingly shallow that ring might sound. It doesn't necessarily make the pub rock any more palatable to your inner city indie bar tastes, but if there is gonna be ridiculous dickhead rock like this out there, it might as well be honest. I look forward to the followup Smokes, Smokes, Smokes, Smokes, Smokes.

BUGDUST

Welcome To The City Of Snakes

(Index)

Scorpions, strippers, drugs, death and dodgy dealers…Welcome To The City Of Snakes. Recorded in El Paso, Texas, Bugdust's debut full-length is like a fly on the wall account of their adventure into the desert. Far away from their hometown of Melbourne the story starts with SpeedQueen's big guitars enticing you to get up, get loose and get on it. In the fast-paced City Of Snakes, you find yourself stumbling down unknown streets after midnight; stepping over bums, hookers and refuse. Seeing things you would rather forget.

This album feels like a never-ending night out. A binge of Sixty Days Of Nights where time and reality is lost amid a blur of tequila and rattle snakes. Black Lotus is like a devil on each shoulder telling you to keep partying on. However, as with any decent bender, the following days find you crawling through your mind trying to find out what happened and why your clothes are bloody and torn. It's a fast paced affair, broken up by a couple of songs that feel less dangerous and don't really fit the album's Mexican desert vibe.

Welcome To The City Of Snakes' clean production is juxtaposed to the dirty riffs and seedy lyrical content. Teenage Lust and Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls bring in the red lights and cocaine, but they fall short of the whirlwind marriage come murder found in My Girl. Dirty deeds are done dirt-cheap in a city where no one sleeps, unless you end up in a hole in the desert thanks to the Mexican Death Squad.

For straight-up punchy rock, Bugdust do mix things up with multiple vocalists, layered harmonies and various guitar tones to suit each mood. Butterflies feels out of place, but adds some obscurity to what is mostly up-tempo gritty rock to drink to.

While not as catchy as Death Squad or Sixty Days, the stand out track is Disaster. Acoustic Spanish guitars introduce a rolling, menacing riff - provoking you to stick two middle fingers up at authority, spill blood and make love to strangers.

By the last track, Dog Evil, you may have passed out and become another sun-dried carcass lying beside a bottle full of sand. For those still standing, there is no time for regrets, licking your wounds or chasing mirages of a better life. Find your head and forget your name – night has fallen and The City Of Snakes beckons.

JAMES RIDLEY

Bugdust

Welcome To The City Of Snakes

Index Entertainment

8/10

Guitars that grind their through your gut like tapeworm, drums that walk all over you like one of those Japanese massage chicks, bass that throbs like the headache you get from 27 vodka jelly shots and vocals that that mix grunt with gravel, Melbourne rock demons Bugdust have followed up a couple of EPs with an album that proves you can mix sheer swinging-balls fury with songwriting nous. Recorded in El Paso, Texas, with champion producer bloke Neil Kernon (Judas Priest, Sex Pistols), City Of Snakes doesn't hold back the punches, sounding both classic and innovative while fusing a stoner vibe into a pub rock sound that could fill stadiums. LA

Done and Dust'ed

There are some things you just can't say no to – free beer, a date with a b-grade celebrity, or the chance to record a kick-arse record in the US with a producer whose credits include legends like the Sex Pistols and Judas Priest.

"We were like, 'Fuck! Brilliant!' We just jumped at the chance," Alex, bass basher for Melbourne rock pigs Bugdust says enthusiastically when talking about the four-piece's opportunity to lay down tracks for the you-beaut Welcome To The City Of Snakes album with Grammy-winning dude Neil Kernon – whose credits also include Queen and Cannibal Corpse – on a ranch in El Paso, Texas. "We stayed there for like 40 days and it was just unbelievable. We had these Mexican maids looking after us and it was just absolutely fuck off – it was amazing.

"It was like this compound in the middle of this forest – it was the perfect site for a mass murder. It was amazing. They've got this half-underground dug-out studio. Al Jourgensen from Ministry hangs out there a lot."

Nice company to keep. That was back in 2005, though, and the results are only just seeing the light of day due to random management and label shit that's seen the band grinding their gears since then. But now it's all systems go-like-a-rocket-strapped-to-a-coked-up-greyhound.

"We're stoked to get on the back of it now and start pushing it," Alex explains. "We all really believe in the record, so even though we did it a while ago, it still feels current when we play it."

Like a kid that finds out in March that he'll be getting a mini-bike for Christmas, the hardest part of the time between recording and releasing Snakes for Bugdust has been the wait, knowing how cool shit's going to be once they can unleash the sonic scorcher.

"Absolutely, it's hard as a band," Alex explains. "You know, you write your record and you just want to be able to move on – tour it and write your next one. But we kind of got put in this limbo for a bit. Which is hard – it puts a hard line on the band. But we just enjoy making music. We've never done it for the money or glory. We just keep doing it."

 

Be sure to pick up a copy of the October issue of People Magazine for a peek behind the scenes from the new "Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls" music video...

PEOPLE MAGAZINE

From 'Dust to dawn

BUGDUST bass bloke Alex gives People the scoop on the on-set shenanigans while making the beaut video for their new tune Girls Girls Girls Girls Girls from their all-class, rock-tastic, double-beaut totally rad new album Welcome To The City Of Snakes.

"Man, we did it on this balcony in the city with the band and 50 girls. We were all just fucking drunk with 50 chicks! I'm talking to the guys going, "This is just the best. It doesn't get any better than this." Then we partied until about four in the morning. That clip looks fantastic, so we're well happy. We're pumped now."

Pic credit: Kellie Fernando

While you are at it, grab the November issue of Ralph Magazine for a boobilicious review of Welcome To The City Of Snakes!

RALPH MAGAZINE

Bugdust

Welcome to the City of Snakes

NOT only does this album from Melbourne volume behemoths Bugdust place large boot to amplified arse, the clip for their ace tune "Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls" is almost as good as a beer pizza. LA HHHH

Cheers.

BUGDUST

 

After months of planning and preparation Friday 22nd of April finally arrived. We'd be leaving Bayswater behind for the next few months and heading to the US of Motherfuckin' A to record our first full length album... ROCK'N'ROLL!!

We departed Melbourne by 9.30am, Alex (a rather nervous flyer) cranked Slayers' Angel of Death on his iPod to see him through... he survived! Our first stop was Tokyo, Japan where we had a 18 hour lay over... enough time to get up to some mischief. Adam vomited his way through the landing (he blames the plane food, the rest of us blame the free alcohol). Tokyo was fantastic. We stayed just out of the city in the town of Narita, close enough to hit the streets and check out the culture.

Did you know that magazines are backwards in Japan? Trippy! We left the next day by early afternoon. Next stop Chicago, Illinois!

We arrived in the USA on the 23rd. Chicago was freezing, even snowing at times... seems we had brought the Melbourne weather with us! We met up with Martti from our record company and he put us up in a little hotel about 40 mins from the city in the town of Elgin, Illinois. We had a few days to kill here, so we kicked back and tried to adjust to the new time zone.

Chicago people seemed pretty friendly. Adam adopted a rather peculiar ex-marine who kept us pretty entertained for a few days, "I haven't killed myself an Australian in at least an hour"... welcome to America, Bugdust!!

By midnight on the 26th we began our journey east, across four states in 16 hours to New York City! Crammed tightly into the van, we got to know each others body odours pretty quickly. Iron Maiden cranked and the miles flying by, we arrived at our hotel in New Jersey by 4pm the next day. It was great to be out on the road again, even if the cars travel on the wrong side.

Our first show was on the 27th at a seedy little venue called Don Hills In Manhattan, New York. It was amazing to be there in the largest city in the world. Our jaws gaped open at the sheer size of it. We played at about 1.30am that night. Rocked our asses off. We hadn't traveled 11,000 miles for anything less. The show went down really well, a fairly small crowd, but appreciative of the Bayzy rock smashing through the P.A. We we're a little sloppy by our own standards, but it was a great night anyway!

Of course, a few drinks followed...

The next night we hit Brooklyn at a venue called The Trash Club. With three other bands on, it was cool to check out some NY talent. The other bands were really cool and embraced us with open ears. By the time we hit the stage after midnight, we had won quite a few new fans. The show rocked. It seems that most bands only play for about 30mins in the states. So many people, so many bands I guess. We rocked with full force, I think the band after us were scared to go on! So we hung out afterwards, sold a bit of merch and drank with out new friends!

The next two nights over the 29th & the 30th were fucking awesome! We played at one of the most elite rock venues in Manhattan called The Snitch Club (partly owned by Duff, Slash & Scott Weiland from Velvet Revolver). A small venue, hidden upstairs, wall to wall with stock brokers and sexy women. We totally killed them there, smashing out our songs like it was Wembley Arena. Alex spat beer into the air. I stood on top of the PA speakers and shredded Shan Halen style. JT lost litres of water in sweat and Adz was electrifying in more ways than one! (dodgy earthing) For a coupleof lads from Melbourne, Australia, we were showing these New Yorkers how it's really done!! We had the time of lives, playing a bunch of shows we wont be forgetting in a hurry! We ended up back in Brooklyn at our new favourite bar Duffs owned by a seven foot, hearse driving, tattooed legend called Jimmy Duff. We definitely made the right friends in our four day stay in New York!

After another 16 hour drive, we made our way back to Chicago on the 3rd of May, which is where we are now, currently in pre-production with our producer Neil Kernon (Judas Priest, Queen, Sex Pistols) in a local rehearsal space. The adventures are only just beginning.

Next stop El Paso... Texas. We'll keep you posted!

Van fever, farting, snoring and mischief…

So there we were in Chicago. A few days of pre-production with our English producer Neil Kernon… things went well. We played through all of the possible songs for the recording and left him with copies to ponder over and scrutinize. Seems he's pretty happy with the songs and is ready to rock!!

The next few days were to be pretty painful. A 1500 mile drive lay between us and El Paso Texas. Three full days of van fever, farting, snoring and mischief. We headed south from Chicago, made our way through southern Illinois, which consisted of some beautiful countryside. With all that we know about America, it's easy to forget that it's actually quite a picturesque country. The further south we headed, the hotter the temperature became. By the time we hit St. Louis (you know the one, with the giant grey arch that looks like half a MacDonalds sign) things were definitely pretty warm.

The three days cruised by surprisingly well. Super8 motels, massive home cooked truck stop diner meals and about 3000 cigarettes! We passed through Oklahoma into Texas on Sunday the 8th. We knew were in another state from the road kill. Instead of raccoons sleeping foolishly on the side of the road it was armadillos. The Texas flag flew in almost every direction, a country all in itself "Don't Mess With Texas" was the feeling it left us!! Slowly the terrain started to dry out and the familiar sights of the desert started to take over. We even encountered a tornado warning along the way as a massive storm front moved in. No luck though, maybe next time.

On Monday the 9th, we rolled in to El Paso and reached Sonic Ranch Recording Studios, our home for the next three weeks. What a spectacular place. Nestled in amongst a 3000 acre pecan orchid, it's like an oasis in the middle of the desert, beautiful and lush with greenery. As for the studio, our jaws dropped open at the initial tour of the facilities. Massive rooms, the biggest control room we've ever seen, amazing studios, a lifelong collection of guitars and amps. We were like kids in a candy store!

We started tracking on Tuesday the 10th, spending a good part of the first day setting up drums and gathering sounds. By later that night we were smashing out our first song, Mexican Death Squad seemed appropriate seeing as how we're on the border of Texas and Mexico! Let the fun and games begin.

We're about three days in now, have just finished the drum tracking on the 20 or so songs we'll be selecting for our debut record. It's so exciting. We're still pinching ourselves that we're actually here, all the way from Bayswater to El Paradise!!!

Update from the Ranch!
 
Its been a pretty crazy couple of weeks. Just finished tracking all the songs the other night. A loooong process with many early morning finishes... We had some local talent come in to add magic dust to the tracks. An amazing percussionist callled Roberto Serano who added  authentic Mexican touches.... watching him lock into the songs and  feel the grooves was like watching a performance artist ast work.  Later that same night we had Billy Townes come in to lay down a few spooky hammond parts and some honky tonk piano.... He was awesome. A local Jazz hero that everyone knows around town. It was a pleasure to have come in to help out.

The songs are sounding massive. I think we're creating a monster!! As i write this we're onto mixing the 4th track out of 15... only another  4-5 days left for us here at Sonic Ranch. We're already starting to  fear leaving this place. It'll will be hard to swap this heavenly environment for stanky hours back in the van.

Next Stop… Meat Pies!

So there we were, back in the van, nice and sobering after our luxury stay in El Paso. By 2nd Jun we headed southeast towards San Antonio, our first show in about a month. The venue was called The Sanctuary, a decent sized club which also doubled as the local lesbian meeting ground. Played with some cool bands tonight, fitting in with the stoner rock crowd. From there it was further down south crossing over into Louisiana to the city of Baton Rouge. We had left the Texas desert behind now and replaced it with swamps and Cajun food. We played at a venue called 'The Spanish Moon'. Had a great night and a played a solid show. Made some really cool friends who graced us with Louisiana styled hospitality, letting us stay at there houses and party till the sun came up. (Cheers Andy, Sarah & Kenny).

By 4th June we made our way back up into Texas to spend the night in Dallas, a long day of driving. We're definitely starting to show signs of van fever. It's such a massive country, often taking 2 days to drive between shows. Any chance we got to spend a few hours in one city was spent scouring the local shops. Cheap vinyl, bargain Cd's, second hand clothes, nothing was safe. Alex broke the world record on how tight jeans can be before passing out. We'd hang for a few hours and get back in the van to knock off a few more hundred miles. It was really cool to be checking out all the various cities. Even tried to find Graceland whilst in Memphis, but we got a little lost and had to leave. (Maybe next time!).

We arrived back in New York on the 8th June, the skyline still blowing us away. What an amazing city, it was great to be back. We played at 'Don Hills' in Manhattan again on that first night. Some more great local bands on the bill ranging from all girl punk (Lady Unluck, She Wolf), to The Killers styled new wave sounds (White Light Motorcade). We tore the roof off again, receiving constant warnings to turn down... Yeah right! We piled into the van afterwards and headed into Brooklyn to our good friend Jimmy Duff's bar! Staggered back to the hotel by about 7am. New York, New York. The next night was back in Brooklyn at 'The Trash Bar'. Quite a few punters around. We played our asses off, hitting them so hard they had us screaming back for encores. The highlight gigs of our tour were the shows we played at 'The Snitch Club' in Manhattan. We hit it for the third time on Sat 11th June. What a venue. Wall to wall again with sexy New Yorkers. We played like there was no tomorrow, belting out a quick, thunderous set. Guitar solos on the bar, fists in the air, and the whole place erupting. Jase's drums copped a beating and trashing by the end, another massive night. I think we've really made some fans in New York and we can't wait to play here again.

From New York, we made our way slowly west towards Chicago playing shows every night along the way. Cleveland saw us playing at a Hip Hop night which was quite interesting. By the end of the set we had them hip-hoppin' all over the dance floor. What a classic. The next night was in Cincinnati at a venue called 'Suddsy Malones' (an abandoned Laundromat). Some heavier bands on the bill tonight, but our loud bayzy-rock'n'roll stood tall and won the crowds over. 'The Machine Shop' in Flint, Michigan (Michael Moore's town) was a cool night. Rockabilly and Bugdust. We had a solid show and hit them hard. By the 17th June we arrived back in Chicago for the last two shows of the tour. Friday night saw us playing with 80's cock rockers Enuff Znuff at a venue called 'O'Malleys'. Many drinks flowed afterwards in a salute to old school cock rockin'. Our last show was at 'The Escape' out in Fox Grove, Chicago. A great night to finish up the tour with all our new friends and crew who helped bring the band over and drive us around the country for the last 2 months. We all had a great night. My amp blew in the last 30 seconds of the set, so the tour was officially over! (Phew!) We spent our last 2 days in America in a small studio in Chicago called Rax-Trax. A last minute chance to hook up with Neil (producer) again and touch up anything from the record that needed tweaking.

After sixty days of nights in America (quite ironic), we finally began our journey home. Spent a day in Tokyo again which was another blast. Walked, drank, ate sushi, shopped then left. We arrived back to Melbourne on Friday 24th June. Great to be back in good Ol' Melbourne, driving on the right side of the road with meat pies at every servo.

It's awesome to be back. Can't wait to play some shows.

Cheers
Shan
Bugdust

4 piece Melbourne rock outfit Bugdust are back from destroying American audiences on a 25 date U.S. Tour that took in cities such as New York, Chicago and San Antonio. They are playing 1 Show only at the Esplanade Hotel Front Bar on Friday December 23rd. Their debut album "Welcome to the City of Snakes" was recorded over 30 days at a compound on the Mexican border in El Paso Texas called Sonic Ranch. Produced by legendary, Grammy Award winning Neale Kernan (Sex Pistols, Queen, Cannibal Corpse & Judas Priest), the album is due in stores world wide next year. The boys are heading off early next year for an extensive tour of America so this is the last chance to see this powerhouse rock band in an intimate show. Get yourself down to the Espy, charge your glasses and see in Christmas with one of Melbournes loudest stage smashing Rock Bands.