Gigs coming up

1st may, team fresh support fighting with wire @ Radar, Queens uni belfast
May 3rd, team fresh, asiwyfa, panama kings, axis of at the Derry portrush? May 4th, axis of, asiwyfa, team fresh @ central bar, ballycastle ON YOUR FEET SOLDIERS!

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Superking’s and Scratchcards

There will never be a revolution from a white western country. The reason being the children of these countries have been saturated by images of Che Guevara and hippies in the sixties. Flower Power people putting daisies down the barrels of soldier’s gun, Nihilistic Punks shouting "No Future" and "White Riot" at lines of London Bobbies, Hairy Dubliner’s raising money for Africa once every twenty years...

The young ones look back at see how it failed. Why did it fail? Coffee shop revolutionaries smoking hash and drinking cheap alchohol, it’s easy to dream in a bohemian pub, harder to walk cold concrete streets, and even harder to keep yourself awake while all your people sleep.

Superking’s and Scratchcards, hope and small slices of death.

The most political people i’ve ever met are middle-aged working class and probably unemployed. They drink downstairs in The Front Page bar and talk about Che all day and all night. They plan running battles with soldiers and police and then argue over which stingey bastards round it is next. And not one of them knows about all the locals who went to fight in the Spanish Civil War... and not one of them know’s the history of their own backyard...

Meanwhile in a pub in Catalonia, middle-aged working class and
unemployed viejo’s sit around discussing "la bandera Irlandesa" and dream of a white western country where the descendants of La Bandera Irlandesa will one day come back and help liberate Catalonia...

Meanwhile their saviours finish off their last drink, stagger around to the newsagents, buy 40 superkings and five scratch cards. They don’t win anything except a throatful of phlegm and then say snide remarks to the group of young people who have just walked past wearing combat trousers and t-shirts with socialist insignia’s... "Who have you ever fought?" they say?

... "You’re ignorance, since the day I was born" came the reply

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HotPress Music Magazine review

HotPress no11 vol31

Review by Jackie Hayden
"Team Fresh are a striking new rap-rock act from (county) Antrim. On 'Rapper/Comedian' they dish the dirt on somebody who is a comedian not a rocker over a sprighty backing track with a throbbing bass. 'Last Orders in Rovinj' has a Beatlish feel to it under a literate and catchy rap. 'Attack on All Fronts' has a nagging guitar riff and a solid beat, a stimulating mix of Dj Shadow, Public Enemy and hints of politico-punk. Front man Slaine shows that you can indeed rap without having to sound black, so if you're tired of guitar bamds aping the Monkeys, Team Fresh might make life worth living again."

"PICK OF THE FORTNIGHT: TEAM FRESH

Tracks from our 'demo of the fortnight' will be featured by Colm O'Sullivan on his Green on Red programe on Cork's Red FM (Sundays 7-10pm), Mike Knightson on his Limerick Green and Live on Limerick's Live 95FM (Sundays 8-10pm), Liam Merriman on his programme The Secret Chord (Mon-Thurs 7-9pm) on WLR FM, The Sean Miller show on East Coast FM (Friday nights 10pm-12am), Eva Staic on her Irish Alternative on Spin 1038 (sun 10.45-11.45pm), Irish Beats presented by Rob O'Connor on Beat FM (sat & sun 6-8pm) and the Irish Connection on Wythenshawe FM presented by John Lowery (Sat 10am-12pm). Listen onlinie at www.wfmradio.org. The featured band will also be in line for one of the Garage series of showcases."

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where music came from

"Tezcatlipoca - god of heaven and of the four quartes of the heavens-
came to earth and was sad.
He cried from the uttermost depths
of the four quarters
'Come, O wind!,
Come, O wind!,
Come, O wind!,
Come, O wind!,'
The querulous wind, scattered over
earth's sad bosom,
rose higher than all things made;
and, whipping the waters of the oceans
and the manes of the trees,
arrived at the feet of the god of
heaven.
There he rested his black wings
and laid aside his endless sorrow.
Then spoke Tezcatlipoca:
'Wind, the earth is sick from
silence.
Though we possess light and colour
and fruit, yet we have no
music.
We must bestow music upon all
creation.
To the awakening dawn.
to the dreaming man,
to the waiting mother,
to the passing water and the flying
bird,
life should be all music!
Go then through the boundless
sadness
between the blue smoke and the
spaces to the high House of the
Sun.
There the father Sun is
surrounded by makers of music
who blow their flutes sweetly
and, with their burning choir,
scatter light abroad.
Go, bring back to earth a cluster
- the most flowering-
of those musicians and singers'

Wind traversed the earth that was
plunged in silence
and trod with his strenght of breath
pursued,
till he reached the heavenly roof of
the World
where all melodies lived in a nest of
light.
The Suns musicians were clad in
four colours,
White were those of the cradle
songs;
red those of the epics of love and of
war;
sky blue the troubadours of
wandering cloud;
yellow the flute players enjoying
gold
milled by the Sun from the peaks of
the World.
There were no musicians the colour
of darkness.
All shone translucent and happy,
their gaze turned forward.
When the Sun saw the wind
approaching, he told his
musicians;
'Here comes the bothersome
wind of earth:
Stay your music!
Answer him not!
Whoever does so
will have to follow him
back down into silence'

From the stairways of light
of the House of the Sun,
Wind with his dark voice shouted:
'Come, O musicians!'
None replied.
The clawing winid raised his voice
and cried:
'Musicians, Singers!
The supreme Lord of the World is
calling you...!'
Now the musicians were silent
colours;
they were a circling dance held fast
in the blinding flame of the Sun.
Then the god - he of the heaven's
four quarters-
waxed wroth.
From the remotest places,
whipped by his lightning lash
flocks of cloud whose blackened
wombs
were stabbed and torn by lightning
assembled to besiege the House of
the Sun.
His bottomless throat let loose the
thunder's roar
Everything seemed to fall flat in a
circle
beneath the Worlds mad roof, in
whose breast
the Sun like a red beast drowned.
Spurred on by fear,
the musicians and singers then ran
for shelter
to the wind's lap.
Bearing them gently
lest he should harm their tender
melodies,
the wind with that tumult of
happiness in his arms
set out on his downward journey,
generous and contented.
Below, earth raised its wide dark
eyes to heaven
and its great face shone, and it
smiled.
As the arms of the trees were
uplifted,
there greeted the wind's wanderers
the awakened voice of its people,
the wings of the quetzal birds,
the face of the flowers
and the cheeks of the fruit.
When all that flutter of happiness
landed on earth,
and the Sun's musicians spread to
the four quarters,
then Wind ceased his complaining
and sang,
caressing the valleys, the forests and
seas.
Thus was music born on the bosom
of earth.
Thus did all things learn to sing: the awakening dawn,
the dreaming man,
the waiting mother,
the passing water and the flying
bird.
Life was all music from that time
on."

Sixteenth century Nahua poem

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team fresh Christmas appeal

Look at these poor kids!
Cold, Hungry and Sober!!!

The Famine Crisis of 06 is still going strong and may even break through to 2007.
These kids have not had any High Grade weed in over four months.
Local gangsters and racketeers have been seizing the aid packages from Afganistan and Jamaica and are selling them on and extortionate prices. They are even cutting the weed with sand and fibreglass to add weight.

Children as young as 24 are starting to suffer from chest pains and panic attacks.
Some have even taken part in illegal Human-trafficking rings to Amsterdam, disguised as "Stoner Holidays"

One joints worth would be enough to keep these kids happy through out Christmas.
(thats as little as two puffs an hour)
Sponsor a Team Fresh Child today...
Just put one bud in an envelope and send it to The Team Fresh HQ (if you don't know the full address, send us an e-mail and we'll send you back the details)

SORT A BROTHER OUT
STOP THE FAMINE!

(We were going to make wristbands up for this appeal, but we thought we'd be better off saving up our money for weed)

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what's it all about, eh?

Hip Hop came from Be-Bop Jazz and Soul
Be-Bop Jazz and Soul came from Rock and Roll
Rock and Roll came from the Blues
Humans came from Monkies
Monkies came from Fish
And the Fish crawled out of the deep Blue sea and was the first M.C (he did'nt have any lyrics at the time though... he just crawled around on his belly opening and closing his mouth alot)
Everything comes full circle

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Team Fresh t.v. http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=mcliptrick

check the videos each week for Team Fresh t.v.

http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=mcliptrick

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www.suspectpromotions.com

Check out www.suspectpromotions.com and www.myspace.com/rockattheretro, to see more stuff by us and a bucket load of stuff by people who are far more talented than us!

Don't forget to show Andy some love while yer there!

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The Summer of Shove
Current mood: caffeinated

Please excuse me, I have had too much coffee this morning...

When our parents were young, they thought they were going to have a revolution, they believed they would take over the world by smoking lots of things and lying about in daisy fields having sex... Sounds like my kinda revolution but it doesn't get you anywhere, You see it was the Summer of Love and they believed in "Flower Power",

The Problem is, how you gonna start a revolution when you're stoned and covered in grass and dirt?

2006: I think we may have cracked it, there is nothing wrong with smoking and rolling around in the fields with someone you love, but once in a while you need to get up, brush your self down and freshen up, give your friends a Shove in the right direction... Team Fresh Revolution, and this one might just work if we look after ourselves... Now is the Summer of Shove... shove them, wake them up, pour water on their heads... SHOWER POWER... How you gonna take over the world if your TEAM isn't FRESH?

(Stole the following off someone elses page, but it was soo good i had to share it with ye's)

go to www.myspace.com/proantix to congatulate this fella on his genius




Economics of Cows(GOOD)

SOCIALISM:
You have 2 cows
and you give one to your neighbour.

COMMUNISM:
You have 2 cows
the Government takes both and gives you some milk.

FASCISM:
You have 2 cows
the Government takes both and sells you some milk.

NAZISM:
You have 2 cows.
The Government takes both and shoots you.

BUREAUCRATISM:
You have 2 cows
the Government takes both, shoots one, milks the other and throws the milk away...

TRADITIONAL CAPITALISM:
You have two cows.
You sell one and buy a bull. Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows. You sell them and retire on the income.

AN AMERICAN CORPORATION:
You have two cows.
You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows. Later, you hire a consultant to analyze why the cow dropped dead.

A FRENCH CORPORATION: (i love this one)
You have two cows.
You go on strike because you want three cows.

A JAPANESE CORPORATION:
You have two cows.
You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. You then create a clever cow cartoon image called Cowkimon and market them World-Wide.

A GERMAN CORPORATION:
You have two cows.
You reengineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.

AN ITALIAN CORPORATION:
You have two cows
But you don't know where they are. You break for lunch.

A RUSSIAN CORPORATION:
You have two cows.
You count them and learn you have five cows. You count them again and learn you have 42 cows. You count them again and learn you have 2 cows. You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.

A SWISS CORPORATION:
You have 5000 cows
None of which belong to you. You charge others for storing them.

A CHINESE CORPORATION:
You have two cows.
You have 300 people milking them. You claim full employment, high bovine productivity, and arrest the newsman who reported the numbers.

AN INDIAN CORPORATION:
You have two cows.
You worship them.

A BRITISH CORPORATION:
You have two cows.
Both are mad.

AN IRISH FARMER:
You have two cows.
You claim government subsidies for eight cows

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Inked

Beau Wilkinson is getting a Team Fresh Tattoo... The first time we met him was in Bondi, skating. Nils and Kjell from Diced Chicken let me move in to their house, we met Beau and all skated... A week or two later Beau walked into the shop where Nils worked, took off his T-shirt and revealed to the world the frist ever Diced Chicken tattoo,

Anyway, this loyal soldier and fellow rhymer who lives at the other side of the world is getting the Tf design for life, the symbol which Kjell Schnack designed for us...

For more of Kjell Schnacks art, limited edition clothing and the full story on Beau Wilkinson, go to www.dicedchicken.com

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