Sydney, Australia
As far as sandwiches go, THE GOONS OF DOOM are the moldy old roll you made when you stumbled home off ya neck after a rawkus night on the turps watching some pirate band like McLusky. You pour on whatever’s left in the fridge… cheese, peanut butter, lettuce, ham, all work a treat that time of night… take it into your bedroom super-excited but then pass out and forget about it until you finally pick up on the vile stench under the bed a month later. The Goons are a rabid bunch of bog-rat surf punks dosed with a bit of Euro-spunk to hide the smell. A satisfying feed for those sick of the once hearty, Harper/Johnson vegan falafel wrap genre, which somewhere along the line turned into a reconstituted, tasteless plastic drink from an offensively colourful juice bar, smugly served by some asshole gym junkie with a smirk.

They’re pretty rough, and let’s be honest, average upon first inspection, but you scrape off that fungus, forget the salmonella and find that with the Goons you’ve got yourself something different. Those ingredients you never in your sober mind thought could work together somehow do. Its not a 120₤ Wagyu beef burger but it does the trick, and you can save those pesos for booze ya bozo. They’re touring now so get down to the grog shop, buy that goon bag and watch surf shredder Ozzie Wright the Wizard of Death, Cutthroat Cowboy, Vaughan Dead, Killerwhale and the chanteuse shrills of Bang Bang Bunny Fang stink it up at a venue near you.

The Goons Of Doom - It Stinks
The Goons Of Doom - The Ass Kisses The Face

And there's plenty more where that came from at The Goons' MySpace and their website.

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