It’s been two long years since the festival fuckwit was last documented – yet festivals continue to spring up by the bollock-load, and their most rabid by-product still plagues Sydney’s eyes, ears and noses. Here’s what to expect in the back end of 2011 … Let it be known that sociology has uncovered three confirmed
So that time of year is over, Summer has been and gone and all your left with is fond memories
Following MUSIC FEED’s recent coverage on the festival fuckwit, it’s appropriate to transcend word limits and traditional attention spans by bringing you another insight into his festival-filled fuckwit life. MALCOLM GURNPULL regrettably brings you up to date on his final adventures.
Everybody knows who he is – his general shitness traverses all boundaries of musical taste, clothing, and tattoo flash art, and this summer he’ll be at a festival near you. BURTON C. BELLEND sums up the usual suspects in chronological order.