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• one final trailer
• 3 and a half hours of laughs and mooncalfs
  well it came back from the factory today ready to ship tomorrow my little dvd i dunno if you ever see such a thing again until jack frost ( in the not too distant future) but here is LDCBAF spinal tap you betcha we are every cliche and then some but when we rock we rock ferociously has anyone in a band actually ever made a POV doco before? just looking at 1990 is a trip its jerky in places but theres much more unjerky than jerky theres some distortion on live sound yet it still bloody well rocks it gives you a real feeling of how it all felt its intimate its stupid its poignant its dopey its immature …! all the contradictions in the church are all here its a pity we didnt bring some our liveliness into the interviews sometimes we are downright rude and silly sometimes we pontificate like the world depends on it we jump on n on on non that fucking bus we check in in in in in in nin we swear and laugh get tipsy n smoke dope we play hard hitting shows we get on fast planes to here n there we turn up every night n do our gig you’ll see some of the snakes n a few of the ladders its a long way even to the middle let a lone the fucking top sometimes the olde glamour wears a bit thin now you decide…. and please write your honest reviews in the comments below (thats if  you bought a digital download) thank you for supporting this project i believe its unique and you might find that its a bit of fun too  
• a new south welshman in a new century
  sydney is a woman down by the shore old and beautiful always young snorting up lines of traffic and riders a bitching city wriggling across high rise lands capes drugged up on saturday night she staggers her arrival dressed in red clouds and mature grey sky she shows a lot of leg she carouses in bars with jacks of all trades she kneels in temples of masters of zen mocking the mourners in some gaudy flash she toasts the idiots on their yachts with a slap of cold spray knocking at yer door screaming come out you bastard you boring old bastard there are dances and card games and orgies and films there are cafes and theatres there are gardens and rooms there are shows about anything you ever thought of man its pulsating out there with intrigue and strife man the helicopters whirl in the hoodlums drive up the tattoo parlour illustratin’ illustratin’ yer skin the needles are banging the pipes are all smoking the coppers take you down with a ‘lectric gun sydney come here you tipsy old dear some of these people still out there surfing the dirty old sharks all hungry confused the lovely trails someone has left in the sky..how thoughtful..!? sydney some of your streets are radiant i feel them even here in my tower sydney in the tunnels and markets and in the marginal fringes in developments that havent caught on and traditional federation and in alleys in the city and in bars in the cross sydney you know i tried hard to leave you i see through your lies oh please tell me em again i close my eyes deep in the opera house i stood on a stage with a nearly a hundred players the words that i sang sydney were [...]
• beyonder
  burnished speared flanks advance through desert drinking lambarene laughing like fools men harder than rock yet elusive like snow a sea gurgles underneath us here somewhere i know it under limestone and black plates the teaming grey waters under cities and fields deep in some darkness deep in some nightmare approach it with caution its energetic influence is staggering a violent churning sensation then calm adrift in some faery tale bliss you never notice this white canvas of sky the clouds are a smear on chinese pearl heaven goes on and on forever as if in a painting the happy peoples of earth rejoice they care for everything they kill nothing to everything its own sweet life to be lived in peace and ahimsa