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Borne of the raw, visceral attack that hooks us all from New York to Perth – from The Ramones to Blondie. “He told me he liked my guitar work but that I was in the wrong band,” Stacey laughs recalling his first meeting with band manager Luscious Johnny at an inner-city sauna. “The kind of guitar sounds in music that when I hear them they make my hair stand up on end,” Stacey explains. “Les Paul and Marshalls; the sound of Never Mind The Bollocks or Billy Duffy in The Cult.” “I’m pretty meat-and-potatoes, I walk around with sheets of paper rather than recording equipment.” With other sprinklings of Antipodean sauce in the form of The Baby Animals et al, the band that has come to thrive as The Killer Hipsters are united by punk rock instincts and a sense of everyone having their say. “Tommy (Marsh) our drummer is crucial,” Stacey explains. “He turns my guitar riffs into something else, something that we like to refer as “Dinkle Dust”. It’s really quite an easy process. We’re lucky,