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Second album by Auckland’s incredible garage punk girl group noise DIY monsters Coolies. A collection of the first four years since they were joined on drums by Stevan Neville, of lo-fi scuzz pop one man band Pumice. Raw, lo-fi, annoying, brilliant, monumental, totally necessary, nothing to do with anything, what u always hoped would never happen, what u never hoped could always happen, the end of music, the begining of the future, set in the past, god sent, Richard Dawkins, birthday party, inhouse joke, our life in your hands, our hands on our hearts…An accumulation of recordings, recorded and mixed etc by Stefan Neville reel to reel at random places around Auckland and loved by all…
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By Coolies Released September 2010
OVERSEAS CUSTOMERS!
Second album by Auckland’s incredible garage punk girl group noise DIY monsters Coolies. A collection of the first four years since they were joined on drums by Stevan Neville, of lo-fi scuzz pop one man band Pumice. Raw, lo-fi, annoying, brilliant, monumental, totally necessary, nothing to do with anything, what u always hoped [...]
In the beginning, there was South Auckland’s own the Coolies,
three teenage school chums Tina, Sjionel and Melissa playing the kind of racket that might have caused Johnny Rotten himself to spin in his grave, had he actually been dead (might as well have been).
Back then in the mid/late nineties, the Coolies’ punk/rock’n’roll/punk was inspired, it [...]
By Coolies Released September 2010
AUSTRALIAN CUSTOMERS ONLY!
Second album by Auckland’s incredible garage punk girl group noise DIY monsters Coolies. A collection of the first four years since they were joined on drums by Stevan Neville, of lo-fi scuzz pop one man band Pumice. Raw, lo-fi, annoying, brilliant, monumental, totally necessary, nothing to do with anything, what u always [...]
OUT SEPTEMBER 27 on LP and CD – preorders available now!
In the beginning, there was South Auckland’s own the Coolies,
three teenage school chums Tina, Sjionel and Melissa playing the kind of racket that might have caused Johnny Rotten himself to spin in his grave, had he actually been dead (might as well have been).
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