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4 lead singers. 2 drumers, 4 guitarists, 1 casio player and a bassman. Not all at the same time mind you (we swap around a bit), but the 6 members of The Assassination Collective are hear for a specific reason, and it isnt to fulfill the expected role of what the music industry passes as a rock band these days. Sure, sex, drugs and rock and roll are vital to any group as fun as the Assassination Collective, but frankly we've got bigger fish to fry. This is a time to rise up, put your hands in the air and say enough is enough. That's right ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, this is your call to arms, and face the dawning of a new era. An era of hope, with less bulshit than ever before!!
Leading the charge for the revolution and armed to the teeth with weapons of mass sonic destruction, The Assassination Collective are sworn to continue the fight against the erosion of integrity in music. The members of The Assassination Collective are here for a specific reason, and it isn’t to fulfill the expected role of what the music industry passes off as a rock band these days. Sure, sex, drugs and rock and roll are vital to any group as fun as The Assassination Collective, but frankly we've got bigger fish to fry. This is the time to rise up, put your hands in the air and say enough is enough! That's right ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls; this is your call to arms! Face the dawning of a new era! An era of hope, with less bull.... than ever before!!
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The story so far... New Years Day 2005. Whilst coming down, experiencing near-suicidal boredom at the banality of everyday life, phone conversations takes place between Liz Turner (aka Turner), Liz Thompson (aka Aunty Liz), Joel Morrison (aka Jim Muscles), Matt Gleeson (aka "Weird" Al Qaieda), Brendan Noonan, Zach Von Banburger, and Ben Butcher (aka Butcher). The idea is that we will form a new project. In January 2005, the band jam at Brunswick’s Irene warehouse/ community activist space. Zach Von Banburger quits on the spot. Nevertheless, come March, the band play their first show at a house party in the only skanky house left in Greville street, Prahran. Three months later, bassist Brendan Noonan quits midway through a show at the Pony bar’s seedy 2am slot. The resulting violence leaves Brendan buried under a toppled bass amp, and leaves the band owing hundreds of dollars in equipment repairs. After just five gigs, band bookers across Melbourne are reluctant to book the band. Thus far, the band’s short-lived career has already earned them a reputation for drunken orgies, violent relationship break-ups and hospitalisation. The band’s existence seems precarious at best and, at worst, like the post-traumatic stress disorder after a bad train wreck. On the eve of a crucial show at Trades Hall with Singapore hardcore band My Precious, Joel calls brother Simon Morrison (aka Simon Sez) to play bass. One rehearsal and Simon knows the songs. He stays. The Assassination Collective are finally a solid unit and continue to wreck havoc throughout Melbourne...
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