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NO SLEEP TILL

Arrive at Frisbee 6am Tuesday morning. Things don't usually kick off so early round here and we're not due to leave till 11am but I've been up all night due to a friend's party and now I dare not go to sleep. Tour organiser Johnny (Psycho Daizy) Baker has also been up all night — worrying. Nothing to do but wait for the Hard Ons and Dead Moon to

their set the dance floor is seething with demented punters. Dead Moon are totally awesome — primitive, fierce, primal punk rock. They stick a candle on Andrew's drum kit and give away beers to the kids. Nobody here had heard them before but afterwards they're reeling from a great show and getting the band to sign posters. Fully satiated by

we New Zealanders must seem pretty decadent. We don't look any good to them, that's for sure. Without so much as a bat of his inscrutable half-Korean, half-Ital-ian eyelids, Ray calmly tells me he hasn't seen one beautiful woman in New Zealand (hey, just 'cos the Hard Ones didn't get lucky in NP last night). Not only do New Zealand audiences

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Rip It Up, Issue 182, 1 September 1992, Page 12

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NO SLEEP TILL Rip It Up, Issue 182, 1 September 1992, Page 12

NO SLEEP TILL Rip It Up, Issue 182, 1 September 1992, Page 12