BATS

BATS

BAT FACT: Most bats only give birth to 1 pup per year, making them very vulnerable to extinction.

This useless fact certainly doesn't apply to the girls behind BATS Magazine, who just popped out their 4th epic love-child in 8 months. And the girls don't just stop at putting utterly hilarious words to paper, neigh! To coincide with the release of the new issue, they decided to throw an all ages launch party, which we at Thrashingteens dubbed 'indie kindy'. Now we aren't overly old (just scrapping in on the 'teens' nomenclature) but we felt like fucking dinosaurs. We may as well have rocked up with portable I.V drips and zimmer frames... But the kids were fucking ruling. Dude when I was 16 I was shit. I can't remeber what I did back then but it sure as fuck didn't contain running a magazine and throwing sweet-ass parties.

Delivering live sets were local bands We Were Arks, Teleprompter, Comic Sans and Idle Cranes, with Last Dinosaurs playing a rowdy set to round it all up. 

Plain simple: they're doing shit. They get off their ass, see past 'The Hill's marathons and quote/unquote 'borange' fake tans, and provide a platform for the kids to have a creative outlet in their chosen feilds. 

Thrashingteens swap words of wisdom (and by wisdom I mean complete and utter bullshit) with 80% of the BATS team. 

Honestly some of the best fun we've had in ages. Entering the 'Bat Cave' was like stepping into another universe. Complete with $1.50 soft drinks, an array of half-eaten cheeseburgers, re-runs of 'Bewitched' and a mystical water fountain, the converted Ahimsa Lounge in West End was the perfect setting for the gig. Run-ins with the infamous 'Catman' and our favourite tapdancer/astrologist/shit-talker Gabbi, reinforced that the BATS Launch was on a whooooole other level. 

And on the actual 'publication', the filthy read is fucking hilarious. We got our hands on all 4 copies and LOL-ed our asses all the way back to the Gold Coast. The girl's effortless DIY approach to making the mag is unreal. 

Quote of Issue Four: Youngest editor Bette explains how the dreaded Bindi Irwin prowls her in her deepest, darkest nightmares: 'In my dreams she crimps my hair, makes me learn all her dance moves and as a result I've become the fifth croc-man'.

Our video of this traveling roadshow will be up this week!

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