Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Includes the bonus track ".....more heckling.....more bullshit" which is a collage of 3 days of beer fuelled heckling, witty stage banter and downright dumb stage banter. Makes Rodney Rude look like a saint.
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Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
Compact disc in jewel case with 8 page booklet. Includes bonus track "....more heckling....more bullshit"
Includes unlimited streaming of Live At Summernats
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
The burn out albun.
Summernats is four days of hot blooded Aussie yob heaven, a car festival with the lot. Burn-out comps, stunt driving, wet T-shirt comps, jet powered motorbikes, strippers and trucks doin’ burnouts, all set amongst hundreds of amazing hotted up cars of all description. And all done by, and for all sorts of freaks, yahoos and rev heads from every corner of Australia. The only thing that has been missing for the last 20 years has been The Vee Bees.
It all changed at the 21st annual Summernats, 2008.
Thursday night Jan 3rd. Enter stage left. The Vee Bees start their campaign by loading their gear into the Jack Daniels Bar with gaggle of helpers and hangers-on. There’s the usual band gear. Amps, drums, guitars and a lagerphone. It’s the first gig in ages that there has been a rider so there is no need to load in any beer.
Then there’s the not so usual gear. The spare lagerphone, the BBQ, the esky, the lagerphone stand, a smoke extractor and 180 bucks worth of sausages .
The gas fired BBQ is a work of art in itself, hand forged from a beer keg and a barbie plate using plenty of Aussie ingenuity, it is said to be powered by nitrous. It has extractors, custom built from the usual extractor components but with the performance enhancement of a beer carton thrown in. Not the standard carton either. It’s a 30 can big block box.
Then there’s the operator. Some dickhead in stubbies and thongs and a terry towelling hat, Carnie has a beer in one hand and tongs in the other. He’s dressed in a comedy apron with fake boobs, lowered especially for the occasion. It would be an awesome sight in your back yard. It‘s pure perfection on stage.
First things first, and the band try to enter the BBQ in the burn out comp, but are denied by officials who are unsure which category it belongs in. The band later finds out that they are secretly scared by the awesome output of this piece of engineering , what with all those extras and the drooping boobs it’s hardly surprising
Summernats organiser, Chic Henry and the Vee Bees have been working hard on the show for months and have hatched a plan to make this gig a religious experience. Obviously the first thing you need is a Hymn book. The Hymn book is packed full of soul soothing words of wisdom. Gospel of the yob, real words for real people with a liberal dose of bullshit thrown in for good measure. Just what you want out of rock’n’roll religion. Hallelujah! Chic also gets a bit over excited and decides to write a song for the band which ends up as the 12 bar blues on speed ‘It Wasn‘t Me‘.
The hymn books are spread round the bar like sheep shit ‘round a shearing shed. This is an attempt to get the attending congregation to sing along to hymns they don’t know and have never heard before. The hymns are numbered and it is the job of BBQ Dickhead to announce the next hymn with the aid of some big numbers on big bits of card. Logic dictates then, that BBQ Dickhead becomes known as Number Bitch, a names that sticks like shit to a blanket.
Showbiz is a hard taskmaster and the Vee Bees are expected to play for up to four hours a day for three days. A far cry from the occasional gig with a half hour set. The boys pull some professionalism from somewhere and rise to the occasion. Fuelled by vast quantities of never ending free grog, and dressed in their customary gig thongs (great footwear and also good for spanking your own arse whilst bashin the bishop), they push start ‘er on Thurs night gradually get ’er warmed up, building the revs, and by Sat arvo are red linin’ in fourth having just hit the nitrous (on the barbie)
The punters are a bit confused at first, coming into the bar after a hard day’s pervin’ and watching screaming burn-out’s, and seeing a Number Bitch operated BBQ on stage with four dickheads yelling the Gospel of the yob in their face its no wonder. There’s no hidden meaning behind these hymns though and the congregation quickly catch on, and join in. Some more than others, and a few of the more socially excitable get on stage to preach their own sermons, show their lagerphone playing skills, and generally act up like Bill the goose. Some bloke dumps his kids on stage for an hour, another guy customises the spare lagerphone around a pole and another bloke wants to know if he can get his nuts out on stage but in the end he doesn’t have the balls. Then there’s the band…………
Luckily some bright spark had the brains to record it all. And so it comes to pass that this momentus occasion has not been lost to history. What you now have is an authentic relic. Bum notes, missed lyrics, dropped drum sticks and fuck-ups of all discription have been left in along with Bill the goose to give youse an honest representation of The Vee Bees live. Straight off the desk, no mixing or studio wizardry here. Summed up best in three words:
Rough as guts.
released September 9, 2009
Recorded by Kurt Neist at Summernats 2008. No mixin' or nuthin'. Straight off the desk.
Artwork by Matt Taylor
We are a 3 chord, dumb arse, punk'n'rock'n'roll band from Queanbeyan, Australia. 4 blokes, 3 chords, 2 brain cells, 1
carton of beer. We formed in 2000 and are still hanging around like a bad fart, doing half arsed tours, and releasing albuns whenever we bloody well feel like it. We're don't sing about nuthin' we don't know about. Our songs are easy to play with a gut full of tinnies. Get fucked....more