In typically typical Newcastle fashion our cassettes were lost in a dodgy game of skip Cole along the foreshore. The fellow putting out the cassette (let's call him Jason for stories sake, if nothing else) has a gambling problem and will bet on anything from three-legged dog races to when is the red light going to turn green to whens that howling wind going to blow that bus bay away.
Anyways apparently he made a bogus bet that he could skip a piece of Cole from the shore of Newcastle to Stockton beach with our split cassettes as collateral. Obviously he lost them and they are being melted into cheap adhesive, so we're going to have to wait another week or so to get some more. But here are a couple of safari teasers from it to tie you over til...
++ Less In A Piano
++ Fill Her Up With Gas
