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*I AM SPARTACUS*
Genre: Rock
Region: Ballarat, VIC
Members: Marc Fuller - Vocals Vin Andanar - Guitar/Vocals Tom Burgess - Bass/Vocals Matt Tweed - Drums
Influences: Gyroscope, Trial Kennedy, Brand new

In 1854 25,000 miners habituated the countryside of the Ballarat goldfields.
It was a mess.
Governor Tweed reined in power in June 1854.
Beating his Drum at the crack of dawn to mark each new day, Governor Tweed was infamous for the odd stains which covered both arms, from shoulder to wrist.
On other side of the creek, sat nomad of the area; Chief Vinci Andanar.
Patiently each morning, the Chief would sit cross-legged staring into the darkness until the sun appeared. Here, he would pluck his bow string as he marked each beat of Governor Tweed’s drum with a blink.
At the same time each morning, local chap Marc Fuller would wake from his slumber, say goodbye to the lucky lady/ladies beside him, and make his way to the creek to bathe. Along with the morning birds he would whistle and hymn as he frolicked amid the cool running water, naked in sacred.
This carried on all winter and spring, but then came the day of the Eureka stockade.
At the break of dawn November 30, 1854, men armed themselves with shovels, picks, feathers and bats and marched to the creek to battle their authorities.
Upon arrival of the creek, the leader of the pack, Tom Burgess, a respected digger, hushed his followers to a silence. Burgess plucked four strands of grass from the land beneath him and as he rose to a stance he proclaimed.
“What the fuck is this?” Glancing puzzled at the scenario. He saw man with shit on his arms playing a drum, an Asian chief high on Pukeoutah, and a naked man splashing and singing in the cold waters.
“Huuhhhh,” sighed the crowed. “It’s beautiful!”
Tom listened closer, and noticed his fingers moved in time with Governor Tweed’s ruckus, fiddling with the four strands of fresh grass from the ground.
The crowd of diggers were shell shocked. What was this marvel they were witnessing?
The people began to move. And the earth began to shake.
And as women and children joined them, the crowed multiplied, as did the soundwaves.
Then came the authorities and ruined everything.
Into the crowed broke violence and bloodshed.
But the four prophets who had created the magic fled to a nearby mine. Every morning, their music can be heard from through the grounds of Ballarat.
Otherwise you can just go to one of their gigs.

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Take up Smoking, I don't care, just dont treat me like a cigarette. She ..
rating:  5/5
Love the temple bar intro, sounds different. The chorus holds the great characteristics that make a quality rock n roll song. This song features so m...




Take up Smoking, I don't care, just dont treat me like a cigarette. She ..
rating:  4/5
sweet




The Key To Good Humour Is Repetition
rating:  4/5
"I am Spartacus", "I am impressed".A truly touching track with soulful back up vocals and an emotionally charged accoustic guitar,hearts will melt an...




Take up Smoking, I don't care, just dont treat me like a cigarette. She ..
rating:  5/5
sounds cool guys i like it
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This project is supported by the Australia Council, the Australian Government’s arts funding and advisory body, through its Music Board Section.