Facebook brings word of the next installment of Canberra’s lewdest poetry slam:
THE ALL NEW BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! BRINGS YOU WORDS!
and a stage, 2 minutes, a microphone, the Master of Conflict,
an audience, five judges, at least three first prizes and two MCs
And puts all that in a pub with cider, beer, whiskey and all kinds of other alcohol
So you can drink and perform words and listen to words
and JUDGE or BE JUDGED!
Now because BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! is poetry slam
YES THAT’S CORRECT WITHOUT AN “a”
BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! brings you dance!
Yes that’s correct, dance.
Because this dancer is described as
“a master class in elegance and poise”
“a truly inspiring dancer”
BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! brings you the fusion bellydance artiste
And because mesmerising you with dance is not enough, BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! also brings you:
Self-described as uber-brutal psychedelic goth-hop OR fucked up music, for fucked up people, Stackhat lists Jeff Buckley(?) as an influence, the question mark meaning yes Jeff Buckley was run-over by a passing overhead speedboat that was playing Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah.
730pm sign-up, words start at 8pm, join your host Jacinta, Andrew Galan, the Score Adder and the Master of Conflict at BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT!
No music, no props, original material, 2 minutes, did I forget anything?
Oh yes, and it’s in The Phoenix, East Row, Civic. Make mine a pint of Jolly Miller!