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Issue No. 129 | 22 March 2002 |
Not So Happy Campers
Interview: Pulling the Pin International: At the Crossroads Unions: A Case Of Lost Identity History: Rocking the Foundations Industrial: Rocky Road Economics: Cracking a Coldie Poetry: The Right Was Wrong Satire: Heffernan�s Evidence Conclusive: Proves He's An Idiot Review: Upstairs, Downstairs
Giant Rat Fights Cole Commission Queue Jumper Abbott In Cash Grab Rabbit Fence Leads Reconciliation to Classroom Council Takes Up Discrimination Challenge Power Workers To Decide Own Fate Fee Pressure Builds on Beattie Nobel Committee 'Subordinates' Union Rights Columbians Level Death Charges Call To Blockade Burmese Junta
The Soapbox The Locker Room Postcard Cole-Watch Week in Review
Letter to Howard #2 Letter to Howard #3 Jump Before You're Pushed
Labor Council of NSW |
Week in Review Top of the Pops
Sorry Seems to Be The Hardest Word (but you can bloody well say it) .... Johnny Howard and his Masters of Deception. The little hellraiser at his best. Strident punk opening in which longtime associate Billious Heffalump barks anti-homosexual, anti-judiciary sentiments while undermining respect for parliamentary democracy. Threatening Howard backing vocal adds power before the maestro pulls his trademark switcheroo to leave audiences bemused about just where, if anywhere, the songsmith stands on issues of principle. Five mill, Five mill, Five mill, Five mill ..... Johnny Howard with Michael Wooldridge on his organ The frontman's lack of respect for convention shines through in this audacious challenge to traditional views about service and responsibility, rendered to the repetitive tune of a triumphalist British football chant. Howard raises the bar by refusing to release reports into how sidekick Mike The Medic spent millions to ease his departure from the big band to a nice little earner across town. The track title is seen as a slap in the face to "pinko do-gooders" concerned that The Medic's escape route may have been fueled by funds the Masters of Deception raised at charity gigs for asthma sufferers and rural health services. Outrageous? Maybe not by comparison with previous offerings, but there can be no doubt it is straight from the Johnny Howard Songbook. Here's To You Mrs Robinson ... Johnny Howard and the Liberal Caucus Video smash because of the superbly choreographed two-finger salute which accompanies every chorus. This folksy number tells the story of how ordinary people outwit an "interfering Irish tart" who makes offensive insinuations about conditions in the guest house they operate on the edge of the South Australian desert. The owners, with a little help from kindly Americans brought in to run the place, slap about some cheap paint, plant a few trees and the trouble maker is made to look foolish. It's Howard in story-telling mode. Guest appearance by former Masters strongman Peter Reith is a plus but the project can't shake claims of a private video featuring bodies swinging from razor wire. Knockers say faint background sounds of weeping, wailing and "something which sounds like people having the shit kicked out of them", jar with the cute lyrics. I've Got You Babe ... The Clerics Anglo reprise of an old Roman favourite, featuring support vocals from the anachronistically titled Head of State. The controversy rolls on. I Wanna Get Out of This Place ... Victorian Principles The wildly different vocal styles of Dean Mighell, Craig Johnstone and Doug Cameron suggest this novelty song will be remembered a bit longer than most of its ilk. Mighell, famous for introducing Big Bopper Beazley to the hard-hitting Johnstone in dodgy circumstances, steals the show with a contribution that has fans divided. Some hear it as a heartfelt plea for a return to heartland values while others are convinced that, in the words of one insider, it is a "piss-take of gigantic proportions". As per usual, Johnstone rages while Cameron treads a more melodious line. How long the "terrible trio" will hang together is a subject of intense debate amongst fellow artists and hangers-on. If I Were A Rich Man ... Massed Farmers Choir with Chris Corrigan "If I were a rich man This would be my plan Give real workers the arse Shower the scabs with brass" The chorus just about sums it up. While Corrigan gets his name in lights he fails to bring new understanding to one of the most controversial events in modern Australian history. Listeners can only speculate on passing references to "Reithy" and Dubai. The most telling line - "eight million is the inflated-adjusted rate for 30 pieces of silver" - only appears in the cover notes. Hush, Not A Word To Anybody ... Johnny Howard and his Masters of Deception This one is a fused remix of previous releases "Ankle Biters In The Drink" and "Tampa Up Solid" in which, some critics argue, the vocalist begins to give off the odour of a one-trick pony. It's predictable stuff, based on the repetitive chant "forget the lie, it's the cover-up that matters". Howard develops the premise that if investigators are blocked from hearing the truth "it'll all be okay on the big day". The principle, he argues, applies equally to "union bums" or "towel heads in leaky boats".
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