NOVEMBER 1996

I'm cruising Prospect once more. I swing the Volvo into Charles St and standing in the middle of the road is none other than famed director and club manager Curtis of Mad Love. Are all the cool dudes living in Prospect or what? Naturally, I stop because if youve read the Celestine Prophecy then you will understand that this is no coincidence and he probaly has a message for me.

Curtis: "What are you doing down this way?" Me: "Im on my way to interview PARADOX." Curtis: "Weve booked them for a gig at the Mad Love." Me: "On November 28, I believe." Curtis: "Hang on." He shuffles through some papers he's holding and, pointing to one page in particular, exclaims, "yeh, the 28th." Right again. We part and a short trip around the corner takes me to the noticably inconspicuous abode of Tery Toweling and Metalic Man, and the former residence of sex mad Gina String. A mad dog frothing at the mouth confronts me at the screen door. Is this that scene from The Omen? I take my sunnies off and the Staffoshire Boxer cross slips into Kill mode.

Maybe its my hat.

Metalic Man, the bionic-brained mutant, is frantically trying to calm the dog whose name I have discovered to be 'Spot'. The three of us make our way to the great Aussie backyard to make peace. I make a beeline for the slightly chewed blue ice cream lid lying next to the Hills Hoist. I pick it up and throw it frisbee style as a token of good faith and Spot fetches it but wont give it back. I chase him for two laps of the shed and suddenly he loves me. We go inside and MM pours coffee while Spot and I pash at the kitchen table - talk about easy.

Terence Toweling appears naked in the doorway except for a toaster he is holding in front of his groin. "Its pop up," he says and pulls up a chair. Amelia, publicist for the band and daughter of the flower people, joins us and suddenly, Gina String, muscles bulging, strikes a pose in the doorway. "Sorry Im late," she says. "Ive been training people."

She stares longingly at my love bite.

PARADOX part formed in '93 when Metalic Man met Gina String (formerly 7th Convent). A CD was spawned in the name of Collective Thought in December '94, and from the afterbirth arose Terence Toweling and a threesome unnatural which produced the second son named UN in December '95.

"There is enough material for a third CD but we cant afford it," says Gina. Terence adds, "Its the third self-funded one and its like..." "Too much," says Gina. "So were just playing around, sending stuff off and getting more arty all the time." "Plus its more equally collaborative now," says Terence, alias MC Brian Datsun, one time butt promenader extraordinaire and Le MC Bizarre @ Heaven's Timewarp with super geek Maynard. Gina String is teaching aquarobics at the Plymption Park Super Centre on Thursday mornings at 10am. She is also personal trainer to Cinnaman (See dirty house interview in Onion issue #1), and Dazzling Darrell, the renowned make up artist, and most recently, Noelene Hogan has begun Gina's low impact programme.

Metalic Man now has over a quater of a million dollars worth of titanium and silicon chips in his head after taking a horrific beating from some meat head dick brained asshole in Bent St (May God have mercy on your pitiful souls when the Pentridge Pipers come a pinin' dudes), and is still in the early stages of coming to grips with the high technologies going on within his skull. The functions are limited only by his own boundless imagination.

Together they are PARADOX. Do yourself a favor and check the out.

I ask Metalic Man, so do Androids dream of electric sheep? He became almost animated. "I do dream of electric sheep." he says. Terence reveals that when Metalic Man returned from hospital he looked at Spot and said, "God, I wish you were a woman!" And to make me feel completely at home, he takes a sausage from the refrigerator and dangling it from his fly, he calls Spot over who begins sucking on it furiously until its all gone. Im not sure if it was such a good idea teaching Spot to swallow. Nevertheless, its a good party trick.

The triumvirate have remixed one of the tunes from the first CD which was originally recorded and written when PARADOX were just Metalic Man and Gina String. I listen to both versions back to back and am suprised to learn this is also a first for the group itself. Its an interesting experiment as it allows us to experience the difference between the versions and gain some insight into the feel that, inevitably, Terence Toweling's presence brought to the trio. It is probably best explained by Terence himself.

"Before I came along it was just like a salad sandwich, now its got a slab of meat in there. Its had a hot beef injection."

"Its chunkier," adds Ms String.

It seems most of the lyrics for the tunes are penned by Gina and music is supplied by either Terence of Metalic Man individually or together with Gina and Terence performing vocals. "She makes me sing all the most demented sick lyrics so she comes off looking nice and I look perverted," says the nude one.

Sex dominates a lot of your songs, Gina. Why is that? I enquire. "Because I love it and most of the time Im frustrated or on the bus and feeling horny so I write dirty lyrics."

Hmmmm. Ask a silly question.

Enter the Curtis connection. When is the next gig? I ask, Gina lets loose."November 28, HAT TRICK at the Mad Love building next to the synagogue. Tim Canning of Devils Cabaret fame (the poet from the pit) will be there to talk filth. There will be excellent visuals and also food, its cheap to get in and we'd like to see heaps of people there to support us and have a great night." Terence Toweling pipes in with, "Plus we will be performing about 10 new tracks which arent on any of the CDs."

Should people dress up? I ask. "Well, From November 26, by law, if youre in a licenced venue after midnight, you must take all your clothes off," Terence replies.

World renowned session muso, Mister Jeff Williams, whos just flown in from San Francisco after performing a Live Aid for Zaire with Weather Report, Santana, John Schofield, Brand X, Metallica and The Wiggles, walks in carrying six of the local hard stuff. After drinking most of the beer, I get him to autograph my butt, Give Spot a lingering kiss and find myself saying goodbye to the strains of a new song from PARADOX with the beautiful lyrics, 'suck my cok', as sung by the perverted Terence Toweling as written by his twisted sister and played with much virtuosity by the ol' metalhead, and therein lies the PARADOX.

And if theyre not on the bill of the next Big Day Out then Im gonna blow the joint sky high!

KABOOM!!!....but I dont know how to make a bomb,

DJ DRILLER

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