Psychotic Street Punk
From the battered remains of "Filthy Sweat Agents" guitarist Geoff and bass mangler Murray dragged themselves into the bedroom again.
Armed with a case of warm beer, and a 750 of Jack Daniels they proceeded to drop the contents of their twisted brains all over their instruments, scraps of paper, the tortured eardrums of Geoff's family and neighbours.
Taking a swipe at every arsehole on the planet, corporations, politicians, valueless men and women everywhere, FERAL DREAMS were being vomited from their very souls.
Thoroughly demoralising several drummers they finally found the floating raft of noise that was Micheal the underaged.
Knowing that the message was the only thing that mattered, and not giving a fuck anyway, the Feral Core Chaos machine threw itself at the Sydney punk scene.
Sydney Punk in the late eighties to early nineties was up itself.
Factions of Pretty Punk Dolls from Surrey Hills against Newtown against Annadale, Lewisham, Stanmore, etc.
My bands better than your band, our pubs sicker than yours.
Meanwhile on the street, punks were laughing up their arses at the fucked up clothes horses in the pubs and clubs and making noise.
In community centres, in squats, in low dives, the soul of Sydney Punk thrived.
The list of bands that clawed and screamed through that era is Legend.
FERAL DREAMS were just one small part of many seminal Sydney Punk Institutions, All Ages All Alcohol gigs at the Newtown Neighbourhood Centre, Punk Picnics, The thriving Hornsby and St Ives Punk outbreaks, Punks vs Cops Cricket matches, Punk at the Park, and flat out Street Punk, no compromise.
At least twenty eight songs still remain in the FERAL DREAMS discography, plus a Vic on the Park live tape and some very weird video footage from several Sydney Venues.
Short, Fast, Loud, and end with a Bang.
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