The insect life is a damning portrayal of a groups disengagement with the rules of surfing, science and society in fervour of riding 67 style longboards, 68 style Taman Shud dreamin’ eggs and 69 style Spenceresque spoons (amongst other forgotten, functionally fulfilling equipment) while sporting soiled stubbies, rubber and moustaches.

With their jazz addled philosophies on life, lust and loot, and scant regard for good taste, these delinquents surf in the kind of demented manner which has inspired indifference from the local thrusterology up and down the harsh, haunted coast of Western Australia. At least average, and usually god.

Built from nothing but high hopes and thin air, and fervent from too many viewings of The Hot Generation, Evolution and Sea of Joy - while listening to a mind melting amount of 60s garage punk and Las Vegas grind – there is no cure for the disease which is The Insects That Are Not Aliens Surfing Club.

Rest easy children, for tomorrow they may wake up dead.

THE INSECTS THAT ARE NOT ALIENS SURFING CLUB
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