Cosmic Psychos…now there’s a band that reminds me of a girl who I may or may not have written songs about that would have made the Coffin Break one seem like Shakespeare…
I’ll give it a yes, as time creates a whole different perspective on one’s relationships as a young person.
Not sure I totally agree, but I reckon great art done after 30 is still thematically and emotionally tied to experiences from the teenage and early adult years.
I remember seeing them at BDO on the Goldy not long after the state govt introduced the new anti-bikie legislation. They came out on stage riding plastic kiddie scooters and wearing custom Cosmic Psychos bikie jackets, with the sound of revving Harley’s blaring thru the PA. Spent the rest of the show taking the ■■■■ out of everyone and everything in between songs. Very entertaining.
A core memory.
Arriving at a BDO with Mrs Wim (press passes, noice).
‘What the hell is that noise?’
‘Are jets doing a flyby?’
‘Maybe. Sounds more like demolition work going on…that’s a bit weird.’
‘Oh wait…it’s The Ataris.’
Cosmic Pyschos, eh. A band that makes AC/DC back-catalogue seem postively diverse by comparison.
Saw them at a Big Day Out (or similar festival type show), around 30 years ago. They were a bogan man’s Ramones really. Effectively one long thirty-minute song, interrupted only by the occasional “1, 2… 1, 2, 3, 4”…
Haha. I may have run with the essence of this story before. I don’t have time now, but she loved Cosmic Psychos, and whenever we went out many men who knew her for from her specific type of bartending days would want to chat to her.
I think it is both true, and complete rubbish, depending on how you define art and what you value in art.
For sheer emotional investment, few will be able to replicate that feeling in the process of making the art they generate beyond 30. But by the same token, nuance and subtlety, and actually understanding the intensity of emotion, and being able to translate that into the artistic form coherently may be lacking in the earlier work.
And obviously this is all a massive generalisation, with people experiencing and processing emotion so differently, and turning it into art in such individual ways.
Cosmic Psychos at BDO? How about the one where everyone was pelting them with mud. Someone hits Ross flush during a gap between songs and he says, “I’ve got yer farken number, carnt!” Then Fred Negro walks out onto the stage, moons the crowd, cops a massive mud pie right in the date, scoops it off and flings it down, pulls up his strides and walks off.