Music

Remember the time Andrew Bolt reviewed The Drones?

First published in October, 2015

A lot of things offend News Corp columnist Andrew Bolt. Malcolm Turnbull. Mark Kozelek from Sun Kil Moon. Happiness. But apparently nothing sticks in his craw more than a couple of sweary punk upstarts singing about how much they don’t care about anything, especially Andrew Bolt.

Bolt has taken time out from shaking his fist at clouds to review The Drones’ single ‘Taman Shud’. The track takes aim at just about anyone and everyone in Australia, with frontman Gareth Liddiard spitting out the c-bomb and vividly describing his distaste for right wingers, left wingers and tribal tats. It also takes a swing at News Corp boss Rupert Murdoch and Bolt himself: “I don’t care about no Andrew Bolt”.

Seemingly totally oblivious to the fact that The Drones are not so much offended by Bolt, as merely utterly disinterested in him the columnist has this to say about the song: “From defenders of lying to the foul-mouthed The Drones, stamping on the ashes of the West’s musical traditions. Critics like these make me feel I’m offending exactly the right kind of people”.

I wonder how he’d feel about The Drones ‘Shark Fin Blues’ being voted the greatest Australian song of all time by those lefties over at Fairfax?

A few comments on the blog support Bolt’s quest for relevancy criticism of The Drones with “Turtle” from WA noting, “The Drones are quite typical of the Melbourne music scene. A scene where ignorant populist leftism is mandatory. Someone in the crowd needs to chuck a copy of Rudyard Kipling’s verse at them.” And Mick from Brisbane sticking it to Liddiard, “Try not to mumble so much. No-one can understand what you’re singing.” Watch the video and read the song’s full lyrics below.

The Drones are headlining Brisbane’s Deadlam Festival, which takes place at The Brightside, The Foundry and the Black Bear Lodge tonight (November 4, 2016). If you haven’t lined up your tickets yet, grab them here. Get across all the details at the Facebook event here.

‘Taman Shud’ lyrics

Thud thud my heart pumps blood
when ever someone talks about my Taman Shud

Who ditched that fox-gloved snitch?
Loaded him with poison like a puffer fish

Why don’t anybody feel like crying
for the Somerton somebody with the hazel eyes?
Why don’t anybody feel like crying
for the Somerton nobody with the hazel eyes?

Thud thud my heart pumping blood
when ever someone talks about my Taman Shud
He’s gone and no one even cares at all
the earth won’t answer and the sea don’t mourn

I don’t give a fuck about no Anzacery
I don’t care you got it interest free
I ain’t gonna fret about Lest We Forget
fuck the Murdoch press

I don’t get hung up on any carbon tax
or Ned getting strung up for being a psychopath
I ain’t really there with any class warfare
the only thing I care abouts the

Thud thud my heart pumping blood
when ever someone talks about my Taman Shud
He’s gone and no one even cares at all
the earth won’t answer and the sea don’t mourn

For all of the probing into whether he exists
the question’s still as open like a radar dish
Late 1948
is sending a transmission but its inchoate

Don’t hate me for not caring ‘bout you losing your job
I think you’re gonna suit being a welfare slob
I don’t give a toss about no southern cross
or the gulag union jack
I don’t give a fuck if you can’t stop the boats
I ain’t at a loss if Simpson’s donkey votes
I don’t care about no Andrew Bolt
or even Harold Holt

It’s clear as
mud mud my Taman Shud
Everybody mouths off
while they’re chewin’ cud

Thud thud my heart pumps blood
when ever someone talks about my Taman Shud

Why did anybody feel the need to lie