Mid-nineties, Brisbane, gigs, 7", tour, tour, Lemonheads, Tarago fever, seedy Melbourne venues, Splatterheads, Livid Festival, Shellac, hello Sydney, Scrollburger, Wasty, EP, tour, tour, tour, 4ZZZ Market Day, tour some more, Silverchair, Fugazi, Babes in Toyland, Boss Hog, Au-go-go, another EP, hospitals, emergency rooms, Homebake, 110km/h cones, tour, gig, tour with our peers Magic Dirt, Tweezer, Ricaine, Hateman, Golden Lifestyle Band, Gazebo, Lunarcide, Warped et al, tour, tour, tour some more, throw all caution to the wind, again and again and again, oh yeah that feels good, Royal Easter Show, Recovery, Jesus Lizard tour, Midget/Ricaine split 7", Everclear (hahaha!), Boredoms, 4 become 3, Palace Bros/Will Oldham, Primus, Big Day Out, destroyed Taragos, total abandonment of better understanding, album, Homebake, Jesus Lizard again, something else, someone more, again and again, over and over and over and over and..... EXPLODE. Such is my stream-of-consciousness recollection of the Midget experience. So after years dividing our time between flotsam, jetsam, r'n'r (rest and recovery), plus many musical pursuits (The Starboard Cast, Golden Mean, New Wave Hookers et al), MIDGET - the mid-late 90s band from Sydney via Brisbane, Australia - got together, got drunk, and somehow ended up in a rehearsal studio again. Young and full of the devil indeed.