3 definitions by Max Ballroom
Cold Chisel are a hard rock band from Australia. They originally formed in 1973. They broke up in 1993 and have had various reunions over the years, their last reunion was in 2009 and they are still performing.
Cold Chisel play a hard-edged form of Australian pub rock frequently augmented by piano. They have played songs with a variety of tempos over the years, typically the "rockers" have a bluesy structure and a rockabilly flavour (a bit like a manic Creedence Clearwater Revival). They are also known for ballads such as 'Khe Sanh' (possibly their most well-known song) and atypical songs such as 'No Sense', a ska-influenced number about an obsessive fan.
The band is considered to be popular with yobbos/bogans, an uncultured subset of working-class European Australians, and for this they are much maligned. However if the knockers took some time to look over many of the song lyrics they would discover that the sophistication and introspection would match much of the best of what bands with more "high-class" fans have to offer, and would surpass them in heartfeltness and relevancy in the real world.
Members: Jimmy Barnes (vocals)
Ian Moss(guitar/vocals)
Don Walker(piano/keyboard)
Phil Small(bass)
Steve Prestwich(drummer) (dec.)
Cold Chisel play a hard-edged form of Australian pub rock frequently augmented by piano. They have played songs with a variety of tempos over the years, typically the "rockers" have a bluesy structure and a rockabilly flavour (a bit like a manic Creedence Clearwater Revival). They are also known for ballads such as 'Khe Sanh' (possibly their most well-known song) and atypical songs such as 'No Sense', a ska-influenced number about an obsessive fan.
The band is considered to be popular with yobbos/bogans, an uncultured subset of working-class European Australians, and for this they are much maligned. However if the knockers took some time to look over many of the song lyrics they would discover that the sophistication and introspection would match much of the best of what bands with more "high-class" fans have to offer, and would surpass them in heartfeltness and relevancy in the real world.
Members: Jimmy Barnes (vocals)
Ian Moss(guitar/vocals)
Don Walker(piano/keyboard)
Phil Small(bass)
Steve Prestwich(drummer) (dec.)
I saw Cold Chisel on stage at the Deniliquin Ute Muster in 2010 and they were great.
In a way it is good that they never made it big in America, they could have ended up doing an INXS and destroyed any credibility they have for ever after. Imagine Cold Chisel with a Canadian Elvis impersonator for a singer........
In a way it is good that they never made it big in America, they could have ended up doing an INXS and destroyed any credibility they have for ever after. Imagine Cold Chisel with a Canadian Elvis impersonator for a singer........
by Max Ballroom August 3, 2011
An Australian cross of a the worst kind of bogan combined with the attributes of what Americans would call a jock.
(Especially) when they are accompanied by one or more friends and they are drinking, they can be quite loud, arrogant, mouthy, disrespectful and belligerent. This way they are the Anglo/European counterpart of a Lebo boofhead gang-member.
Their insular mindset means they will hate on anyone who they haven't known since they were in primary school and those who have some sort of life outside footy and collecting benefits, referring to them all as faggots.
The worst ones usually the older ones who have given up playing footy long ago but are still attached to their shitpot suburban footy club for the booze nights, the illegal substances and because they can't make friends anywhere else due to their insular mindset, their obnoxious personalities, their amphetamines-induced psychosis and paranoia and their lack of any intelligence.
The younger teenaged ones are smartarses who hide behind their older friends' backs when it looks like they are going to be brought to account for their disrespect, they are apprentice scumbags.
There are many good people who play footy but these wankers are destroying the image of Aussie Rules. They should all be sent to Macquarie Island where they can bash and inbreed themselves out of existence and out of sight of the human race.
(Especially) when they are accompanied by one or more friends and they are drinking, they can be quite loud, arrogant, mouthy, disrespectful and belligerent. This way they are the Anglo/European counterpart of a Lebo boofhead gang-member.
Their insular mindset means they will hate on anyone who they haven't known since they were in primary school and those who have some sort of life outside footy and collecting benefits, referring to them all as faggots.
The worst ones usually the older ones who have given up playing footy long ago but are still attached to their shitpot suburban footy club for the booze nights, the illegal substances and because they can't make friends anywhere else due to their insular mindset, their obnoxious personalities, their amphetamines-induced psychosis and paranoia and their lack of any intelligence.
The younger teenaged ones are smartarses who hide behind their older friends' backs when it looks like they are going to be brought to account for their disrespect, they are apprentice scumbags.
There are many good people who play footy but these wankers are destroying the image of Aussie Rules. They should all be sent to Macquarie Island where they can bash and inbreed themselves out of existence and out of sight of the human race.
In the 1990s a certain suburban footy club just south of Dandenong would've won prizes for biggest Footy Hero scumbag.
by Max Ballroom August 9, 2011
A telemarketer is basically a technology-equipped street hawker who rings you incessantly and tries to turn your own private home into a market bazaar, just in case you don't find the constant spruiking of products and services in junk mail, on radio programs, TV commercials and late-night infomercials annoying enough.
It ranks just above being a wheel-clamper, a parking inspector and a pimp, but trumps all with its persistence and invasiveness.
It's one of the few jobs which give a chance for hermits who never leave the house to experience the joys of being incessantly harassed in their own home.
It is a very unprofessional and disrespectful way to market products and it reeks of desperation. Attempting to get people to agree to complex deals over the phone and not giving them time to compare the deal with the competition or any current deals they have, is a scummy way of doing business.
The lack of respect inherent in the job is demonstrated by corporates themselves who outsource their telemarketing to places like India to keep their marketing costs down.
Get call-barring if you can, or ditch your landline for a mobile. These are the only ways to stop these people. You can abuse them all you like, make all the requests to them to stop ringing and they will always ignore you.
The epitome of corporate arrogance and unprofessionality.
It ranks just above being a wheel-clamper, a parking inspector and a pimp, but trumps all with its persistence and invasiveness.
It's one of the few jobs which give a chance for hermits who never leave the house to experience the joys of being incessantly harassed in their own home.
It is a very unprofessional and disrespectful way to market products and it reeks of desperation. Attempting to get people to agree to complex deals over the phone and not giving them time to compare the deal with the competition or any current deals they have, is a scummy way of doing business.
The lack of respect inherent in the job is demonstrated by corporates themselves who outsource their telemarketing to places like India to keep their marketing costs down.
Get call-barring if you can, or ditch your landline for a mobile. These are the only ways to stop these people. You can abuse them all you like, make all the requests to them to stop ringing and they will always ignore you.
The epitome of corporate arrogance and unprofessionality.
The Zombie Holocaust will not be televised: it is already being brought to you in person four or more times a day by Indian telemarketers.
by Max Ballroom August 5, 2011