May 242014


A DVD of live experimental noise filmed at the Sonic Side Show, Adelaide, 2014 – $5

featuring Bonsai Kitten / Subterranean Death Trap /  Isolation Valve / Baghdad Social Club / Navel of Limbo / Tiger et Ghost / GZUTT / Tesla Sect

Free download of the audio recording available here –

killerscar #002
released 24 May 2014
Audio recording: Mike Baraniec
Video: Patrick Kavanagh
Feb 222014


Sonic Side Show

Bonsai Kitten / Subterranean Death Trap / Mexican Blood Egg / Isolation Valve / Baghdad Social Club / Navel of Limbo / Tiger et Ghost / GZUTT / Tesla Sect

Blue Bee Room – Basement, 131-133 Pirie Street, Adelaide – Friday 14th March 2014  – 8pm till late – be early! – $10

Wee also have Sound-houses, where wee practise and demonstrate all Sounds, and their Generation . Wee have harmonies which you have not, of Quarter Sounds, and lesser Slides of Sounds . Diverse Instruments of Musick likewise to you unknowne, some sweeter than any you have ; Together with Bells and Rings that are dainty and sweet . Wee represent Small Sounds as well as Great and Deepe; Likeweise Great Sounds, Extenuate and Sharpe; Wee make diverse Tremblings and Warblings of Sounds, which in their originalle are Entire . Wee represent and imitate all Articulate Sounds and Letters and the Voices and Notes of Beasts and Birds . Wee have certain Helps, which sett to the Eare doe further the Hearing greatly . Wee also have Strange and Artificial Echos’s, Reflecting the Voice many times, and as it were Tossing it ; And some that give back the voice lowder than it cam, some Shriller, some Deeper; Yea some rendering the Voice, Differing in the letters or Articulate Sound, from that they receyve, wee have also means to convey Sounds in Trunks and Pipes, in strange Lines, and Distances . . .

Dec 062013


You & your friends are invited to our New Years Eve party!
Featuring the fantasmagorical:
White Knuckle Fever (syd)
Subterranean Death Trap
Art Babes
Peter Read (mel)
Juzzmezz! (vic)
The Bang Gang
Muff Driver
DJ: Dangergirl
Tues 31st Dec 2013 – 6pm till late – 185A Semaphore Rd Exeter SA
Please invite your friends!

Guaranteed to blow your mind… among other things!

Jul 012012

from our last show. Includes Subterranean Death Trap, as well as the White Tiger & Die like A God sets. Great show all round & nice to see a bit of noise in ye olde Adelaide town.

Apr 222012

WHITE TIGER A:. A:. Album Launch

Saturday, May 05 at 8:30 PM – Squatters Arms Hotel – 1 George St

Thebarton, SA 5031 AUSTRALIA – Map It
It’s been about 5 years since WT’s last appearance and it’ll more than likely the last appearance so make sure you don’t miss it. It will be truly be a gig to remember.
“I went to see White Tiger, and White Tiger alone. As I half-expected, the impact was such I left immediately the band had finished to write this, and, as I type, I doubt the Messiah has gotten half-way through their set.
White Tiger have been rehearsing since June 2007, and this is their first gig. All the members are old lags who, basically, feel it’s time to stop writing songs which no-one listens to and performing to twelve people and they’re all the members of the support bands. So why not enjoy themselves, they clearly thought?
At the moment, there are five members (if that’s the word I’m looking for. Perhaps ‘disciples’ might be more appropriate); three guitars (one doubling with a pc), a bass and drums. And that is about as far as convention takes us.
Wearing nowt but white paint, improvised loinclothes (the drummer’s looked suspiciously like a bath-towel) and blank mime masks (front and back of the head), White Tiger look ugly (they’re no spring-chickens, sorry girls), disturbing and – here’s the rub – rather comical. Starting up their only song tonight (all 25 minutes of it) they throw themselves into it.
The guitarist with the astonishing dreadlocks (and, consequently, no face) spends most of his time on the floor in front of his amp providing what I’ll describe as the direction of the song; the bass player hurls himself at and around his very noisy big amp as he shores up the dreadlocks, the guitarist/pc player emits huge swathes of complex sound which is brutally undercut by the bald guitarist who looks completely alien – by the end of the song, it’s his guitar which is causing the most mayhem. The drummer simply punishes his kit.
The white paint ran, staining their instruments. The bass player lit up a home brand fly-spray, squirting flame into the air, at the crowd and finally (with some justification) on himself. This bass player has to be seen to be believed; the man’s mad. He humped the remains of the percussion horse, used a miked-up clinical fat vibrator on himself (no, not pretty at all), his bass, the microphone and finally shoved it down his loincloth (now in imminent danger of revealing far too much) and – yes, there’s more – stuck a sparkler in each eye and got a fan to light them up. Members of the audience joined in the general trashing of the percussion horse, various other members left the stage toward the end to get changed into something more human while the others continued. Lyrics; well, I’ve no idea, I couldn’t concentrate on something so mundane. It was an experience, you had to be there.
If I’ve made this sound like one of those interminable, directionless jam sessions I must apologise, because I’ve again not done my job; it most certainly wasn’t; there was power and humour and a hundred shades all at once. There aren’t many bands I could compare them to (and there’s little point, in truth, since what they’re doing has as much in common with Can, Faust, EN or TG, but of course sounds nothing like any of them).
What I will say is that White Tiger have a rare few contradictory qualities. They seem to stop time and send it somewhere else. When they’d finished, I could have sworn they’d played for close on an hour. I was shocked to see only 25 minutes had passed. If you’d listened to any part of the song, at any time during the set, you’d have had difficulty working out if they were beginning, ending or in the middle. And yes, that’s a plus – it means there’s a hell of a lot going on here. I’ve not seen a band be so forceful, so ferocious in their performance and music and yet so funny in many, many years; that both conflicting situations can occur simultaneously is remarkable. Mind you, if there’s still a law against incitement to riot, they could be in trouble.
Musically, White Tiger deserve to be recorded and filmed, if only to go back to over and over to figure out what the hell they’re doing. Frankly, they deserve a special arts grant all of their own; they’d make mincemeat of many of the Fringe acts heading this way (and I tell you what, there’s not a lot of people who’d like to clamber on a stage after White Tiger have done with it).
If you get the chance, go and see what I mean. In fact, look them up on the internet and book them as the party band next time you want to upset your neighbours. As Kermit once said, it’s not easy being green. I suspect it’s not easy being White Tiger, either. Their future White Tiger could be predicted: die a forgettable death; be brilliant but unknown; a striking career beckons and the future is now; or, more likely, perhaps, they’ll get all po-faced and serious and go up their own arseholes. Better people than these have done the latter.
I’ve just realised this review took longer to type all in one go than the band did to perform.” – ROBERT BROKENMOUTH
Jun 232011

Photos hereEvent here : The work will be at Tin Sheds Gallery, from June 2nd to 23rd 2011. Opening is 6pm thursday June 2nd 2011

Tin Sheds Gallery
154 City Rd
Chippendale NSW 2008

DJ Smallcock’s

an exhibition of accessible audio tape.An exhibition of individual sound works and an interactive sound installation, Mix Tape provides its visitors with tactile playback of a sculptural mass of audiotape. Sound artists from around the world were invited to submit an audiocassette and a balloon. These balloons, with their tape tied to each like a ribbon are filled with helium and released into the ceiling, leaving the tape to unspool as their cassette anchors them to the gallery floor. This forest of exposed audio-tape providing the raw material for an interactive mash up of all the works. You can play these tapes by manually running their magnetic strips across exposed playback heads mounted to play-stations situated throughout the gallery.

Devised by Lucas Abela
Play-stations constructed by Hirofumi Uchino & Lucas Abela