You know it.

We've finished it. The new album. Its done, we've handed it in and someone in a very clean and dust free factory is stamping and cutting and pressing those babies right now.

You can pre-order it from www.thenationblue.bigcartel.com right now. The people at the end of the checkout there will have their little white gloves on and pack your order as soon as its ready.

Check out the 'making of' video in the header of our myspace page. A new video is being made right now and features our mates Sixfthick being their very scary selves.

We'll be announcing tour dates in the next week or so.

Rising Waters is out on August 7th through Casadeldisco / Shock.   

The Nation Blue play in Lakes Entrance this Saturday the 20th as part of Magic Dirt's 'FREAKSCENE' festival!!

TNB onstage @ 7pm, wedged in between a Tim Rogers and Gaz Liddiard sandwich.. BOOM! But there's loads of other bands and things happening all weekend, so take a break from pre-xmas bullshit and come on down.

It's all happening at the Lakes Entrance Recreation Reserve. Lakes Entrance is located approx 300km east of Melbourne on the Princes Highway. The best way to get there from Melbourne is basically to get on the Monash Fwy (M1) and keep driving , eventually you will hit it.

oh, and it's all FREE.. yep!!

More Info here:
http://www.magicdirt.com/

Also, if you're REALLY keen, hang out for the sunday too. There will be a series of free workshops happening from 10am, including a DRUM WORKSHOP featuring our very own DAN MCKAY.. Yes. REALLY!
Dan will be participating in his first (and probably last) ever Drum Workshop!

Come down and say hi to him, because remember, Drummers need love too... (especially this one) If you're lucky you may score some free stuff... (drum brand related of course)

Tom and Matt will be playing dice in the carpark.

Tean Nation.

That's right all you fans of compressed audio files.. All TNB albums now available on every iTunes store.. This includes the infamous, long deleted "Descend" ep and the debut "Blueprint For Modern Noise" album, also deleted.



For anyone in the USA who doesn't dig the iTunes vibe, head on over to amazon.com or rhapsody and you will find millions of 1's and 0's cleverly arranged to recreate our songs... AMAZING!

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000YAT9ZS/ref=dm_sp_adp?ie=UTF8&qid=1218888877&sr=8-1

http://mp3.rhapsody.com/thenationblue

Till next time..
"Global" Team Nation

hey there...

our show with Minus The Bear was filmed at the Metro in sydney
during febuary this year. it is now online to stream for free.

it features tom lyngcoln playing guitar with a rake.

its fucking rakecore.

http://www.moshcam.com/??page=player&type=gig&id=111

stay powerful.
team nation

Hey everyone,

firstly we would like to thank those of you who have become TNB friends this year. We appreciate your interest and urge you to come along to a show towards the end of the year when we return with a new record.
Thanks to all who attended the last show before the break at Ding Dong, it was a pearler! Also thanks to those of you who made your presence felt at the Come Together Festival in Sydney, we hope you had a good day and appreciate your support in a hostile environment.
Man of Bass, Matthew has gone home to Brazil to work on his tan for a month, while Dan and I lurk in warehouses waiting to be unleashed into the studio where we will create our third full length album, tentatively titled "Protest Songs".
We already have 14 songs to try out and will probably have more by the time we head into our house in the hills and we will cull upon appraisal.
We have employed the theory of such excellent records as The Band "The Band", Red Hot Chili Peppers "Blood Sugar" etc and will record our next album in a house in the hills a couple of hours outside Melbourne. In between games of tennis and swimming in the pool we will record some really angry songs in a relaxed environment.
Thanks for all your support, see you on the other side.

Team Nation

niños de la nación del equipo (my broken spanish suggests that this means children of team nation)

lots has been happening here at the Nation Blue Space program. Final tests and funding has shot through from the forces above, and a launch is imminent. In fact, Saturday the 11th March will be the date. Captain Lyngcoln, also chairman of Solar/Sonar PTY LTD will be releasing the rocket that is the 'live at spectrum' dvd, through Shock Records. what does this mean? well, you can order it from any fucking shop in Australia, so stop ya bloody whinging.

If you want more propaganda about the DVD, keep reading, ill post a review at the bottom of this diarrhea.

In other news, the search is over, as My kneecap has been re-located from an island east of the knee cavity. $2000 later in Physio, blood draining operations and related massages without happy endings later, Matt learnt that Private Health Insurance might actually be worth $12 a month from now on. He can stand now. He can almost High kick at a 180 degree angle.

If you check our myspace page, you will see a shit load of new dates have been added, thats almost 13 shows over the next few months. If you check www.thenationblue.com you will notice that we haven't touched it for a while.

We have been hard at work writing a new album. With almost 13 songs already under our belt, we have slated in 2 weeks in an old english mansion mid july with the tentative album title of "songs from the cockforrest." Most songs will be written about Rose Byrne, thou Jessica Alba is more than likely to get a look in.

ok thats about it for now. Hope to see you at all of our shows coming up.. buy the dvd. tell your friends. Burn it and give it to as many people as you can. Piracy is ok if you wear an eyepatch and have a talking bird on your shoulder.

God Speed.
Team Nation (matt is responsible for this week)

and onto the propaganda - here is the tracklisting for the dvd




"Welcome to the side of Australian rock you rarely see; the dangerous, visceral, raw, emotional, genuine, innovative, exciting side; the side that shuns fashion in favour of passion, blood, guts, bile and sweat; the sweet meaty underbelly that's oh so foolishly ignored by the mainstream.
One hot night in January 2005, five local artists invaded Sydney‚s candy-striped trash palace Spectrum. It would have been clash of the titans all over again, except they‚re all the best of comrades (and this was Oxford Street for chrissakes!). Five artists with different approaches, different visions, but who recognise a rare freshness in one another, an unselfconsciousness vitality, and a shared ability to rock the house to its very foundations.
Too diverse and independently original to be all lumped into the one genre or 'scene', these five artists form part of the nucleus of a growing community of exhilarating Australian groups feeding off mutual respect and a certain unified energy.
Expertly captured guerrilla-style and edited with flair, this DVD is a vital document of this blossoming local rock movement. This is the real shit, not some slick MTV crap with a buff looking rent-a-crowd. Launched into the stratosphere with an awesome opening set from electrifying post-hardcore demons from Sydney, Grand Fatal, the quality never falters. Blacklevel Embassy bring their burnin‚ heat all the way up the Hume from Melbourne - enough to scorch your fuckin‚ face off. Electro-warrior and supreme god of sex nerdiness, Spod, plays the part of the black sheep in pink to perfection - the creamy centre that breaks up all the serious rock power. Sydney indie-noise-pop merchants Further then crank the melody and emotion up to 11 ˆ an intense and all-consuming experience. Bringing it all home is Melbourne-based noise rock gods The Nation Blue, feeding back, hitting hard, and sweating blood (literally!) in the name of rock Œn‚ roll. But don‚t just take my word for it. This is the side of Australian rock you need to take home and discover right now!

Danger Coolidge"

Sydney - Saturday 3rd December With our NSW stadium engagements sewn up and married off to hansom people of well to do backgrounds, we only had one more commitment in Sydney before returning to our current homeland. The affair was to be held at Proper School at Bar Broadway along side Perish the Thought and Furcurve but first we had a whole day to unwind from the stresses of stadium humiliation. The novelty of Matt Weston's dislocated and swollen knee had worn off well and truly by this point especially for Matt who had been confined to hotel room after hotel room. The grueling demands the injury had placed on the rest of were not lost on Matt also, who showed his appreciation for our assistance with his socks by wearing a pair of undies that would be located in the 'intimate apparel' section of a woman's lingerie store during the sock changeover. The garment hardly worked to conceal anything and both myself and Dan received a tough first lesson in bandmates anatomy. After being punched in the eyesight by balls it was time to get out of the hotel and I convinced Weston to go to the Sydney Aquarium so I could put them on the glass in the oceanarium. We called ahead and organized a wheelchair for Weston. I wheeled the crapple around the exhibits leaving him at all the boring ones and headed off to look at the good stuff. I would return with a patronizing, "how you going little mate? You having a good time? Eh? Are you buddy?" before wheeling him to another shitty display on seaweed. The fun ended pretty savagely when I realized that all the bloody good exhibits were down half a dozen long ramps that I had to push the wanker back up. It was a good day though. I got buff. The gig tonight was weird because we played for our 20 minutes and then were expected to continue! It was bullshit! Why is it 20 minutes is long enough for 7000 people but 100 people want you to bash yourself for an hour? Suffice to say we had a great time and it was nice to play some different songs to our newly designated stadium set. Thanks to Furcurve and Perish the Thought for all their help in getting Matt to the toilet. After we stank up the room it was time to clear it by dancing and tearing apart barstools to the tunes of DJ Bruzzworld. I almost dislocated my face on the dance floor but I was happy when I was able to later dislocate a pizza into it on the way home. Melbourne - Tuesday 6th December Ok… back to reality. All our petty little rock star dreams were typically slapped around upon returning to Melbourne. It already felt like the tour was over even though we still had two shows left. We went down to Rod Laver Arena this afternoon early to enjoy our final days of catering and I guess playing with one of the biggest bands in the world. The dressing room was even smaller and the beer was even crapper than in Sydney which made me kind of thankful that the tour wasn't going on for another week because a PortaLoo and a glass of salt water could only have been another couple of shows away. I guess it is our fault for asking for too much weird shit on our rider requirement list that we filled in two years ago. Unicorns and illegal knives do equal Tooheys light and a carrot. With members of the Weston family in the crowd tonight to see how their little amputee was doing, we were firing on all cylinders. Nothing broke and once again our response was positive. It feels like the kids are going to ambush us sometime soon when we least expect it and tease us. After packing up my shit I headed straight over the road to Vodaphone Arena to cash in the Motley Crue tickets that I had bought six months earlier. I met up with my girlfriend and friend just as Motorhead were launching into Ace of Spades! They played one more song after that and then they finished. That's when I saw Weston hobble in down our aisle. Twice now he has stood outside a venue waiting for tickets while Motorhead have played and is still yet to see them. Motley Crue were funny but rough as guts. They fucked up three of the first six songs before taking a 10 minute interval after playing those six fucking songs. Meanwhile in a stadium not far away Dave Grohl was probably beginning his two hour straight set with full laps of the stadium on foot. Based on their current form I reckon Vince Neil would've had an aneurism or at least complained of chest pains related to poor support of his ample bosom. They limped their way through a set that was broken up with numerous intervals and interludes where Tommy Lee would go "Whoop Whoop" for ten minutes and tap into his nu-metal heritage by trying to rap with the crowd. They did play some great songs and the crowd enjoyed it but I did get the feeling that even though I had waited for this day since I was nine when I purchased my first record, "Shout at The Devil", that I was actually missing something better in the other stadium. I sat through one of the roughest versions of Anarchy in the UK (even the Sex Pistols couldn't have fucked it that badly) and went back to my arena to pack up my shit and slink home. Melbourne - Last Show! Wednesday 7th December Tonight was our last show of the tour and it was also the night that both my family and Dan's mum came to see us. After nailing an excellent Sweet and Sour Chicken in the John Farnham room backstage an hour before the show, we went to our dressing room to 'get ready' ie. use the toilet continuously for the next 45 minutes. Our rotational toilet roster was interrupted by Stage Manager Sox, who said that because we were rock and roll troopers that he wanted us to play an extra song tonight and start 5 minutes earlier! Sox was enamored by our total reluctance to quit despite tragedy and he allowed us an extra 5 minutes under the big lights so long as we "didn't tell the knuckleheads down the hall" - The Kaiser Chiefs. We freaking love Sox! He treated us on equal footing to every other person on that tour and always had time for our pathetic questions. We could only honour the man by pulling out some class A tunes. The show was one of our best as we beat the shit out of our instruments for the last time. There were about ten Lyngcolns and at least two Kastaniotis' in the crowd and I wanted them to get their money's worth. We had no technical problems as we cruised through Fire Song, Murder, National Anthem, Back In Your Life, Damnation, Idiot and then finally White Noise. There was quite a big crowd there to witness it and we had pulled through one of the most demanding fortnights of our lives, despite everything. We all packed everything away for the final time, successfully not seeing the Kaiser Chiefs once and watched the Foo Fighters play the best show of the tour as they joked around with Stairway To Heaven and wheeled out their best set. Afterwards while the hoards waited to devour their heroes we were ushered back into the Foo dressing room to say our thankyou's and goodbyes and to get the obligatory photos. We went for drinks at their hotel and unwound after an amazing experience. An experience only to be dampened by the presence of Guy Sebastian. Seriously at some point in the near future Idols will out number civilians. We will be in the minority. Those fucks are everywhere.

Word well and truly got out about our little incident in Brisbane and most of today was spent on the phone or net bombing people with exaggerated information. Triple J, four or five different newspapers around the country and endless internet speculation. "Yeah his leg came off and hit me in the face and Dave Grohl gave Matt an emergency vasectomy.." What was real however was our concerns regarding how we were going to perform with one member reduced to a Thunderbird. Thankfully Adelaide was a good opportunity to sort this dilemma out as it was only TNB and Foo Fighters at the Thebarton Theartre. Apparently tickets for tonight sold out in 15 minutes and that meant that we got to play to the same crowd as Dave and Co. Chris and Taylor watch our soundcheck and Dan shits himself and I pop an eye trying to sing while grinning. The crew also watch on curiously, checking out what we could possibly do to follow up on Brisbane. The first thing that is noticeable upon taking to the stage is that people lose it when they see Matt hobble on with crutches. The wheelchair didn't work out, too restrictive. With a bit of extra time to play tonight we start with 'Bossanova' as a way of finding our feet and easing into the whole thing. The basic plan with the rest of the set was to buy up as much real estate on stage as our stamina would allow. Dan and I tried to fill the gaps left by our incapacitated mate. Matt sits on the corner of a roadcase that allows his leg to remain straight and for him to be able to operate his pedals. Half way through the set I break another strap and then towards the end another lead!!! I think the nervous energy is creating issues with gear as we grip everything and throw our instruments around with twice the force. The crowd seem to appreciate our efforts and it feels like we have conquered our restrictions. We retire to take advantage of the brilliant catering set up before heading out to watch the Foo Fighters in more intimate surrounds. Tonight because the venue is much smaller they lose some of the lighting and screens but the intensity of the show still remains over the two hours they play for. Dave's voice is incredible, he belts it out like a motherfucker all night and can still sing the most delicate parts without sounding like a 14 year old dude asking for condoms at his local chemist. That prick Frysie who was in Big Brother was apparently the guy who started the petition to make this show happen and he stands on the balcony overseeing the proceedings with a hoard of metros. Its nothing personal but I am still dark at him for making me lose the deciding game of Fuzball in Brisbane airport against Dan 12 months ago. Its strange how many wankers are instantly recognizable from reality TV shows. They force their way into your subconscious and spark spot fires of confusion while you try to figure out why you think you know them, until the disappointing reality sets in. They haven't done anything the just got coverage. At the end of what was a really good night I went and spoilt it by standing out the front of the theatre trying to hand out stickers to the masses. Most people were accommodating but inevitably I received the standard Neanderthal grunts and dismissals from the occasional knuckle-dragging mouth breathers. Should have stuck the stickers on bananas. Sydney - Thursday 1st December Superdome..... Brisbane Entertainment Centre was a big venue but today when we walked into the Superdome after picking up our guitar ape Bruzz, we entered a whole new megamart of potential disaster. This venue was enormous and sickening. Our dressing room was smaller, as was our food platter and our set had been docked by five minutes. They were phasing us out! Next we thought we could expect no onstage power or maybe just one vocal mic. This actually suited us because as it was we wanted to drop 'Phantom Limb' because every time we played it after Brisbane Matt would dry wretch when we played the bridge that he blew his knee out to. There are TV screens in the dressing rooms that broadcast pictures of the arena, so you can see the venue slowly fill. We sat transfixed to this screen counting the heads as they arrived, taking it in turns to empty nervous excretions into a nearby drain. Unfortunately we couldn't watch the end of the VH1 Top 40 Rockstar Wives that we began early at Bruzz' house, so if anyone knows the top ten we would love to know. The Foo Fighters have about half a dozen rooms set up tonight. One contains a big road case with their stereo system built into it and they congregate in that room all night and listen to tunes and hang out with their wives/partners. In our room we eat pressed chicken and watch the hypnotic sidling of 3500 into the arena before we have to go out to face them. Tonight's show was pretty good and the response was once again great, as we are starting to get the hang of playing huge venues. Our mixer John pretty much has the sound sorted and the power is immediate even from on stage. Tonight I only broke one more strap but also experienced belt blow-out. Half way through 'Damnation', in front of at that stage 4000 kids my belt disintegrates and my trousers start falling down. I bust a quick ¼ splits, widening my stance to stop my dacks from hitting the floor. At the end of the song I grab the seat of my pants in one hand and the belt in the other and waddle over behind my amp looking like I had just crapped myself and reassembled my clothes. Rest of the set was uneventful. We change out of our uniforms and into civilian garb and head to catering for dinner. This seems to be becoming a tradition as we eat after playing and conveniently miss the Kaiser Chiefs who still haven't said a word to us. I nailed three deserts tonight while watching the Biggest Loser. I am aware of the irony. Managed to inhale the pudding in time to roll out the door to watch another blinder from the Grohl/Hawkins/Mendel/Shifflett experience. We drove back to our Sydney hideout singing Elton John songs and talking about cheese. Heaviest band in Australia. Friday 2nd December - Superdome Again Today we moved into the Medina on Crown in Kings Cross using Matt's fucked knee as an excuse for 5 star luxury. As a designated non-cranking tour the 10 second previews on the Adult channel were a major complication in remaining crank free and focused. We headed back out to the Superdome and soundchecked. Our dressing room was starting to get tang from the rotting uniforms. Our set was powerful tonight with everything where it should be and the crowd were more enthusiastic than the previous night. We dissolved all of our gear and cleared away Weston's shit before heading back to the room to change for dinner (and deserts). On our walk to the room we were confronted with one of the most fearsome sights I have ever beheld. Walking towards us leading an entourage of pale droogs strode the one and only Lemmy Kilmister. Like the dark captain dismounted from evil steed, his mere presence and distant gaze flooded my mortal soul with rapturous waves of cold delight. I could only nail a plate of Portugese chicken and two icecreams tonight as I was too nervous to go back for thirds. We headed out again as the Fighters began and standing there side of stage was Lemmy. Too scared to talk to him as I stood there in my thongs and speedos, I cowardly took a photo of the back of his head in the dark just so I could claim to have stood along side him. Dan and I watched half of the FF set and then retreated to our room to get more beer. In the stereo room on the way back sat Lemmy and Co. and we spun on our heels like school girls and headed back to our room. I grabbed a cd to give to him and put on my boots as if dressing for a formal evening. We headed back to the stereo room and saw Lemmy leave the mob and head into a side room to pour himself a drink. I choked back the spew and head straight in while Dan piked and pretended to keep walking. I walked up to him and like a zoo keeper approaching a Lion made no sudden movements or loud noise. I handed him the cd and introduced myself and explained what I was doing here and for about the thousandth time recounted Matt's injury as an icebreaker. Lemmy loved it and upon hearing laughter from the room Dan appeared again and Lemmy told us of how one time Phil Taylor punched some dude on the eve of a massive European Tour and broke his hand. So they taped a drum stick to his mangled fist and kept it strapped to him the entire tour, even while he slept. We got our photos taken with him and left him alone to enjoy his whiskey. Matt was incredibly jealous upon hearing our story and vented his rage by going into the vacant Kaiser Chiefs dressing room and stealing their discarded chocolates when Lemmy's Publicist Nick Morris walked in and caught us red handed fucking with their shit. He said he wanted an autograph for his daughter who was a big Kaiser Chiefs fan and we tried to change the subject so we could hang onto the bounty. Nick offered to take us back down into the room to meet with Lemmy and Matt was wrapped. Nick introduced Matt and the first thing Lemmy says is "Where's your Parrot?" Matt replied that he wished that he could cut his leg off at the wound and Lemmy says "Then you could pretend its your dick." We hung out with Nick and Lemmy for another half hour culminating in more photos and Lemmy signing Matt's crutch, to obvious jokes. John and Bruzz who had left early tonight after we played were furious that they had missed meeting the man but got to spend a little time in the same room with him at Nate Mendel's birthday party later that night at the Foo Fighters hotel. That joy was short lived as we encountered one of the biggest punishers any of us have ever encountered. She came up to me and asked if we were from Sony and from that point it went down hill rapidly. She continuously name dropped about 200 names a minute in a secretarial flurry of desperation. We heard about an hours worth of mediocre tales of mediocre bands and their shitty little lives as she rambled on about The Used and how they were "her boys" and blah blah blah. It got to the point where we were shit-canning every crappy band she mentioned just to try and drive her away. Each of us would take it turns to bare the brunt so as to give the other three guys a rest from the barrage. At one point I expected Steven Jacobs to jump out from behind a fat guy and tell us of that we were the victims of some hilarious prank. That relief never came. No Steven Jacobs, no Mike Whitney, no Ashton Kutcher, no one! We called it a night exhausted by the punishment and headed back to the hotel. We entered the lobby and the door closed behind us locking out a young lady who wasn't fast enough to get in. I went back over to the door and swiped her in and if that young lady wasn't OUR Australian Idol!!! I don't even know the girls name but she gets into the elevator and starts talking shit to us. I try and shut her down straight away by asking her whether she has lawyers and whether they have taken a look at that contract. She shoots me a look but continues telling us how she is recording her debut album here in Sydney with some prick and some other prick is playing on it and then asks what we do and Dan says that we are here to play some shows. She then goes on a tirade about how she could tell we were in a band because she "knows band people". At which point Matt explains we are on tour with the Foo Fighters and is met with a blank expression! She gets off on her floor and John asks if we could get a photo with her and she agrees believing her to be amongst allies. The photo is taken and we pile back into the elevator and lose it. We laugh for about the next ten minutes. And then another ten minutes after that once we see the photo.