Star Sludge

Star Sludge

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Starsludge is a garage/punk/pop four-piece originals band from Brisbane, Australia.

Biography

Starsludge is a garage/punk/pop four-piece originals band from Brisbane, Australia. Forming in 2006 Starsludge grew out of the fertile socially-conscience punk fields of previous projects - Alien Virus, Escape from Toytown and Acid World. Armed with a bag full of personally and socially emotive material, Cal, Doug and Troy (Alien Virus) decided to focus on melody and textured rhythms whilst retaining the warm, bassy tones and notorious "chugga-chugga" guitar canvas of previous projects. Sally was recruited on drums and Starsludge was birthed.

Constantly trying to balance the raw, edgy, spontaneous energy of punk and garage rock with the more carefully considered melodic arrangements and tender underbelly of pop rock, the Starsludge sound is to be found somewhere in between.

Lyrics

She is Plural

Written By: Cal Crilly

The gods in our heads
In mine friends are strange heroes
Mind over matter
One attached to zero
I went shopping for the gods
In the valley in new markets
Ganesi showed the roads unblocked
From where our hearts had departed

The idols serve a purpose
At first sight I became a fan
To tease and cajole us
Into changing all our plans

She was and always will be
A source of my nirvana
The church is always with me
To know her ego makes me calmer

My gods will change history
With a million consequences
Schizophrenic theory
Unifying all the senseless
Wrapped up in mystery
Making sense of our seven senses
My gods will change history
With a million consequences

She was and always will be
A source of my nirvana
The church is always with me
To know her ego makes me calmer

31st July 2005

Out on the Bay

Written By: Cal Crilly

Out on the bay
There's lights on the eye zone
Who really knows?
Those U.F.O.s

You're out of the way
There's cold in the home
I see the seas
The dogs and the fleas
The lungs in the ground
Breathe up and out
The winter and winds
Drying the skin

Out on the town
We party and shout
Invisible me
Miss somebody

Out on the bay, deep in the sea
There are strange life forms
Stranger than me
Out on the town
The mutants hang round
Up in the sky the fungus floats down

Out on the bay, deep in the sea
There are strange life forms
Stranger than me
Out on the town
The mutants hang round
Up in the sky the saucers spin sound

28th Dismay 2005
Out on the lounge
Out of my mind
The worlds spinning down
And I left it behind

How Do You Stop a Revolution (You Don't Understand)?

Written By: Cal Crilly

One deep thought causing all the trouble
A little voice chatting in my bubble
Yes, no, good, bad, go that way, are you mad?
One step too far then you know how mad you are

And what I wanted was the conversation
To speak aloud lilting into nations
Stopping off at my Deva station
So I thank you now for giving me elation

Hoist the sails send the ship to Tokyo
I heard it off a girl, I heard it off that bloke you know
Enough damned gossip to sink us in the sea
So apologies for reading me, I'm just an act of piracy

And what I wanted was the conversation
To speak aloud lilting into nations
Stopping off at my Deva station
So I thank you now for giving me elation

Burn down the empire, light up the bon fires
You'll all be sickened as that plot thickens
Tunnelled straight out of hell but now I am well
And I have the map so who's going to tell?

And what I wanted was the conversation
Stopping off at my Deva station
So I thank you now for giving me elation

Saturday 14th January 2006

Crossing the Boredom Line

Written By: Cal Crilly

Overtime
Overtime
A zero week
Crossing the boredom line

We start fights to pass the time
Use chemicals to change our minds
We bark and bite when all is fine
Crossing the boredom line

Wondering why?
I'm wondering why?
We live and we die
Crossing the boredom line

We mess things up for new design
The managers have changed their minds
Get divine for future signs
Crossing the boredom line
Crossing the boredom line
Crossing the boredom line

Waiting for that email
Waiting for that phone call
Singing to the ghosts
Floating through the postered walls

Sitting with the cat
Wondering where it's at?
Happy, asleep and fat
Wish I was like that

It starts and never stops
When you go over the top
And then the penny drops
In no man's land that time forgot

We start fights to pass the time
Use chemicals to change our minds
We bark and bite when all is fine
Crossing the boredom line

13th Sept 2005

Mostly

Written By: Cal Crilly

All the gods and the devas
Fairies and the ghostly dead
Cheer on the silent ether
For the writings in my head

They come out at night mostly
And fly by in the sky
The bats and lights so ghostly
Floating in flight, bye bye

And I came out gasping and "what just happened?"
I was already down and then got flattened
At the centre there's a swirling eddy
Where my feet get lighter but my hands not steady

And we're just hiding as history unravels
The fading fabric of space-time travel
I was docked on this rock in our solar stream
When you flew in to turn up my dreams

For the kids of New York and Basra
Filled with pills or toxic sand
This bon fire will be a dazzler
And I'll burn my adrenal glands

Checkmate, game set and match
To a bunch of sticks in the ammo dump
They played us for spellbound fools
On their junk I threw more wood and punk

And I came out gasping and "what just happened?"
I was already down and then got flattened
At the centre theres a swirling eddy
Where my feet get lighter but my hands not steady
And were just hiding as history unravels

The fading fabric of space-time travel
The waves we make of battle and babble
All fade away on our ether channel

Cal 17th Feb to 17th Apr 2005

Sing

Written By: Cal Crilly

Last of the matches
The last of my batches
Alright, alright, gonna be up all night

Got a nightclub of cigarettes
Passive in my head
Alright, alright, gonna be up all night

Fractured and raptured
My mind has been captured
Alright, alright, gonna be up all night

She makes my heart sing, she makes my heart sing
She makes my heart sing
With such tunes that well give the world a show

She smiles her eyes light, she smiles her eyes light
She smiles her eyes light
With such a look as to make the world aglow

I make her heart sing, such a strange thing
I make her heart sing
With such a song I hear her everywhere I go

And when the phone rings, she pulls my heartstrings
She makes my heart sing
With such a love that I'll let the whole world know

She smiles her eyes light, she smiles her eyes light
She smiles her eyes light
With such a look she makes the whole world glow

She makes my mind think of all the mad links
She makes my mind think
I want her here in spring, so she's the one I hold

I make her heart sing, such a strange thing
I make her heart sing
With such a song I hear her everywhere I go

Last of the matches
The last of my batches
Alright, alright, gonna be up all night

Got a nightclub of cigarettes
Passive in my head
Alright, alright, gonna be up all night

Fractured and raptured
My mind has been captured
Alright, alright, gonna be up all night

8th April 2005

Basketball Story

Written By: Cal Crilly

Basketball story
Faux pas central
My big mouth sends me mental

Basketball story
What a Faux pas central
My big mouth sends me mental

Been too silent, seething violence
Wrote page and page of joyous rage
Shared world trauma in dark war corners
Dumb lines in song and I said you're strange

Crossed all cultures with trash and vultures
Others were stopped but I'll finish the job

Appalling behaviour from child like saviours
If the nerd is god then I'm sure his shop is odd

Basketball story
Faux pas central
My big mouth sends me mental

They got their names up on a wall
And got paid to be expendable
They answered their country's call
It was business as usual

Missing loved ones is not much fun
So rock and roll and run with the sun
Can't shut up got a story to tell
So what, what the hell, Oh dear, Oh well

Turbulent disturbance perturbing the sane
Everyone else has missed the train
Its all right now I've gone too far
The next stop is Central Faux Pas

Basketball story
What a Faux pas central
My big mouth sends me mental

Cal 14th July 2005

Love Should Be This Loud

Written By: Cal Crilly

And you bequeathed your thoughts to me
It was small at first then became a sea
Of drunks and punks and a moonlit crowd
With Saturn high above the clouds

And you could be seen dreamily
I'll set you free to come see me
You're good and kind and should be proud
Sometimes love should be loud

17th March 2006

Discography

Starsludge have two demo's:

1) A Meeting To Prove Nothing; and
2) This Loud.

Set List

Star Sludge has a 45 minute set.

Typical set list is, as follows:
1) How Do You Stop A Revolution?;
2) Sing;
3) Basketball Stories;
4) Mostly;
5) Slide (cover);
6) Levity;
7) Boredom Line;
8) She Is Plural;
9) The Day I Hit The Table;
10) Baudelaire (cover);
11) Love Should Be This Loud.