Belinda Quinn talks to Melbourne’s rock and rollers Bitch Diesel about witch pedals, slut struts and patriarchal
Bitch Diesel:
Love Drunk Gems
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elbourne three-piece Bitch Diesel play music that’s glamrock meets Bratmobile meets Kath And Kim. They’re the wholesome babes you drunkenly befriend in a grubby nightclub bathroom when you’ve gone a bit too turbo on the piss. And they’re the kindling behind an incoming love rock revolution.
“The Charger tried to Pash Rat me at a Steve Miller Band gig back in the day,” – I think Pash Rat means snog – “and The Stang gave me her flower crown to wear at the pub footy ball (an honour I had only dreamed would one day become a reality) and professed her love for me in the dunnies,” says bassist Silver Skidmark of the moments she realised she wanted to make music with her Bitch Diesel bandmates. (The three have taken on their own personas in order to cope with the ol’ performance anxiety.)
They’ve known each other around the traps of Melbourne’s music scenes for years, but it was at the fi lming of their mates Mod Con’s music video that they really hit it off. It was a shared period of strife within their lives that led to a special bond forming between them; a bond only strengthened by Bitch Diesel, a term that describes cheap plonk for the girls. “We were all in red, drinking tins, and we got thrown in a car boot together,” says their drummer, The Charger. “I was going through a rough break-up and had to leave a band with my ex when these spunks fi nd me with wine and whisky and offer me a spot in the band. It was the greatest day of my life,” explains guitarist The Stang.
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