Double Wammy brings Power Soul to the Wheatsheaf Hotel, Thebarton, on Friday October 24, That's right - Power Soul. It ain't Blues, it ain't Soul, it ain't Rock, it ain't Surf...it's all of them! A veritable wizard's brew of Bluesy, Souly, Rockin' .... well, you get the picture. Morrison, The Preacher, Tristan and Maximum Intensity expect to see you there. Band starts rockin'... I mean... Power Souling at around 9.00 pm.

 No need to panic if you've been let down by your Saturday night (October 25) date.  (If getting forgotten about is becoming a regular occurrence you could try changing your toothpaste; or maybe even buying a toothbrush and using it!) Git yourself along to the Daniel O'Connell Hotel  in North Adelaide and pan!c no more. Maybe that should that be:  'and pan!c some more'? Because pan!c - that caffiene-affected trois-piece pop band and darlings of the jittery set - will be there to listen to your troubles, massage your tense, strong shoulders and be your special friends. Seriously, folks. No, I really mean it. Honestly. No shit. On the level. Ridgey-didge. Straight up, mate. No bollocks, it's true... pan!c would love to see you at the gig. What? No, sorry, they don't do anything by Pink. No. they don't do the Eagles. No.... they do not fukken  do jimmy fukken BARNES! No! They don't take fukken requests so why don't you just fukken stay home and listen to more-of-the-same-fukken-shit F-fukken-M! What's that? Just a moment, there's someone at the door. 

"Who is it? Whaddy ya fukken want? No! NOT YOU.... NOOOOOooooo!"

BANG BANG! "Take that yuh flabby, marshmallow-nutted little oik!" Another BANG!

AAARRRRGGGGHHHH! "You got me." (Bleed, Bleed. Gasp. Death rattle. Long sigh.)