Sheep

The sheep! The sheep... oh my god the sheep! Relentless in their misery! BEEErrrrrrrrarrgh! BAAAAAAEEEEEEAAARRRRGH! Beeeeaaaaaaarrrrggh! BAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAEEERRRGGGGGGHHH! Its like they're bickering among them selves as to how shit their lives are. Ironic that these creatures should be the back drop melody to a movement so proud of its musical stance. How completely irritating and uninspiring. Man I fucking hate sheep. There are literally hundreds of acres around me dedicated to the presence of these annoying little bastards. Inescapable. It makes my blood boil. They've got it better than a lot of people I know. And my don't they like to shout about it. BLEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHH! Really mate? That's nice, but you don't seem too pleased about that one. I can only begin to imagine the magnitude of beautiful, wondrous, permaculturally provided nutrition such space could provide for a significant amount of people - enough to make it count - before i'm having a stare-off with a little tosser who looks a little something like this:

BLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREeeeeeeehhhhh! It is somewhat hilarious for me, on a way beyond a joke kinda level. This perfect, beautiful irony, this incessant bleeting, constantly reminding me of why I'm doing this in the first place. BllleerMeeeaaaaaaEHEHEHEHEAHEAHEAHEA! Honestly... you don't understand dear reader... or do you? I mean, have you ever actually had to endure a field of sheep before? Have you ever actually stood directly next to a massive zombie horde of those psychotic, pathetic little whingers before, and taken a moment to consider what they discuss? they are in agony man! BLLLEEEEUUUURRRRRRGGGGH! GOD I HATE YOU! They must be in pain, surely. I'm in agony just hearing them. let me tell you, being a sheep must probably be one of the most miserable fates I can imagine.

The Wall

The Wall

A primary necessity when containing the live stock. Fences and walls to confine us with designated ideals and blind conformity, stop the imagination straying too far... Our wall is much more fun, designed to encourage freedom, perspective, and creativity. Where some would perhaps see a border or barricade, we see a picture waiting to be painted, our bodies as the brush and music as the pinnacle. 'Circus' has become increasingly popular over the past few years, and in accordance with such crazes our ingenuity must raise to greater levels, further distorting the details behind what this strange art actually is. As aerialists it is our art to turn any old rigging into a place to hang or swing. The beauty of physics applied to depict the divine directive, right? Here at Basstrology we pride ourselves on the fact that we can turn old industrious residue into a fully functioning performance platform for any and all to release their perspectives.

Artistry exists on all levels. Without the stone-hard brilliance of other elements, lesser known to the public eye, the fire would never burn. So lets take a first look at one of our aerial disciplines: Wall-running. If you don't know what it is here is a [link to video of wall running] As simple as it sounds: you essentially move along a wall attached via a harness and enjoy the physics. Great fun! But first you need a wall. As surprising as it sounds walls aren't generally equipped with masses of scaffold rigging attached to them for nutters to jump around on. Alas, we are forced to create our own space for recreation. In a chicken shed. 'Shed' doesn't really do the structure justice to be fair. Its massive, and the only chicken that remains is the shit that covers the floor, contributing to the humming smell of death that fills the air. Mmmmm. Perfect place to choreograph horizontal dance routines to womping bass. Expertly over-engineered, The Wall can be put together to a variety of sizes and different uses. It is mounted to a powerful hybrid frame of aluminium and steel using secret techniques and craftsmanship. The first commission is the UBU Summer ball arriving shortly and seems to have so far been blessed with a warm welcome from merry old Sol, finally arriving with the great wisdom he radiates. Thank you father. To be honest the weather forecasting outlets we frequent don't seem to have a clue what they're chatting about any more. Did they ever? Regardless, come rain or wine, we look forward to helping lots of pissed up students commencing their summer with a beautiful demonstration of prowess, ability and entertainment! They are worthy of the soothing messy basslines of hectic breaks! And the floaty-ninja-insect beings cascading elegantly into the air from our trippy, projection-illuminated masterpiece of carpentry and engineering! Praise be to the magnificence of spectacle! Amen.

We'll be sure to capture the experience as best we can to express it through this inter-webbed medium.
Below are pictures of The Wall phase 1, soon to be decked in white; the a fore mentioned chicken 'shed'; a really annoying water pipe line that would definitely come in handy if we were to suddenly burst into flames; and some fitty up high making the whole ordeal look very enticing. We'll leave you to decide which of these two fine strappers that is...

Fiddling with wires pretending to do something other than just stand there being high

The wall in all its fitty adorned glory... yes please