Track By Track: Average Rap Band Take Us Inside Their New EP

The story of Average Rap Band goes something like this: From the derelict coffee shop waste land of Smith Street, Melbourne come two dyslexic track pant enthusiasts with nothing else going for them but a talent to make pointless words rhyme in succession and a knack for petty theft.

Composing of Tom Scott and Lui Tuiasau (former members of well known award winning groups @peace and Home Brew), Average Rap Band is the new project born from the ashes of their previous efforts.

They’ve just released their new EP titled Stream Of Nonsenseness – a six track collection of tongue in cheeky lyrics and laid back hip hop production. To get to know these guys a little better, Tom Scott one half of the group has given us a track by track run down of the record which you can check out below. if you like what you’re haring – pop by the Average Rap Band Facebook page for more info on upcoming shows and releases.

Mother Mary

This is about (if it’s about anything) fake hippies, studio gangsters, soundcloud narcissists, instagram inspirational quotes, white Levis, Air Force Ones, karaoke Drake rappers, trap arms, lonely music critics, anyone who says ‘baye’, ‘bruh’, ‘that feel when’, ‘squad’, ‘squad goals’, ‘relationship goals’, anyone with goals, anyone who thinks Childish Gambino is good, too many high hats, hot fire mixtapes, Jordan’s, man buns, gym selfies, wiwt selfies, ‘in the lab’ selfies, saying gay to refer to something wack, breaking bad evangelists, white privilege deniers, Matt Miller, Bill Cosby, Tony Abbot, cops, jocks, tube socks, people who don’t wear any socks, people who ask DJs for requests, polos with the big horse, apostrophe nazis, random zine collages that don’t make sense, people who go to 3rd world countries to go tubing or hold exotic caged animals, and just general fuccbois.

Good Dudes

This was the first song we wrote for the project. We’d just had a reality check / nervous breakdown after the @peace album didn’t get the recognition we expected it to get so we decided to get back to basics and start making music just for the simple fact that we enjoy doing it.

It was weird, because by changing our attitude to how we make music, our attitude about success/failure in general changed with it. We started to realize you really can’t do shit about a lot of things. You just gotta be happy. I’m gonna get a little instagram inspirational quotey here and say this: ‘Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you deal with it. Cheer the fuck up.’

Bending Spoons

Of all the pointless tracks on this EP, this is the most pointless. My verse is legitimately about nothing. There is no moral to the story. There’s no meaning to it. It’s like existence. It’s like a shitty zine collage. It’s just random words stuck together like pictures of Kurt Cobaine holding a dead line backer. (I legit went to a zine launch the other day and this was something I actually saw).

There’s no overall concept. No underlying message. No metaphor. No nothing. Just nothing. ’80s smack baby that crazy cat lady had, homosapien, hat lady that made bag lady fan’. Just saying words that rhyme.

Dicky’s Interlude

This song was scored by a mysterious hermit man known only as ‘Dandruff Dicky’. The Myth goes that he was orphaned at birth and raised by sea lions on the west coast of a small pacific island named Aoetearoa. It is here some believe he developed an ear for melody speaking only in the native tongue of the pod.

Others say he was a government experiment conducted in the 1970s. A genetically engineered freak designed to control the growing sheep population. Whatever the truth is we will never know. One thing we do know, however, is the man has a gift for music. This EP was composed entirely with one Panasonic microwave and a whale bone.

What It Is

You ever had an argument about why Jezzy is a better rap than Biggy? I have. You ever wondered why you exist? You ever tried to tell a Christian the bible doesn’t make sense?

You ever wonder why Richard Dawkins is divorced? Because he’s an over argumentative arsehole who for all his worldly knowledge and oxford education still hasn’t managed to learn the valuable skill of shutting the fuck up. It is what it is. This is what this song is. What it is. And what it isn’t, it isn’t.

Long Snooze

OK, this song is also about nothing but for the sake of this article. I’ll make some farfetched metaphor out of it to make it sound profound. This song speaks of the struggle one experiences getting out of bed in the morning.

The aching of built up urine pushing itself against the walls of the bladder like a dream trying to escape the doubt of the human spirit. The finale of the song represents the moment the artist finally relieves himself, the conclusion of the trumpet solo imitating the sound of the dark yellow piss stream reaching it’s final resting place within the bowl of life. Dribble, dribble, flush. Good bye cruel world.

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