Feelin blue about the PlebiSHITE crap? Well, here at Porpoise Spit HQ we shit rainbows and know that you can't stop progress™.
So come get saucy and be swaddled by some uplifting punk rock anthems at the Post Office Hotel! We know that we'll probably never graduate from a week night slot, so let's cheers to being publically debated, denied and underestimated my resilient residents of the North. Let's have a sing along for the gaybos, m8's!
Porpoise Spit are a 14 year old flirt from MSN, masquerading as a Rolling Stones cover band- but are actually Brisbane's answer to thrash metal, that no one ever asked for.
Flanked by our teary transcendental angels: Crying on the Eastern Freeway
*The Postie has the best bathroom for selfies we've ever bloody seen *Strict no jerk policy- Mill will srsly grill u if u suck
We acknowledge that we are playing on stolen land of the Kulin nation, and that we benefit from colonialism as white artist. We pay our respects to the Wurrendjeri people, to their Elders past, present and emerging, and acknowledge that no treaty was ever ceded.
