The Whitlams Black Stump Band formed in 2021 and sees Tim Freedman and long-time Whitlams drummer Terepai Richmond joined by an A Team of roots musicians, reconstructing the best of The Whitlams’ repertoire with an assortment of new songs and classic Americana.
The five-piece band features Rod McCormack and Matt Fell, two CMAA Producers of the Year, on banjo and bass, and young gun Ollie Thorpe on electric and pedal steel guitar.
The act debuted at the Tamworth Country Music Festival in 2022, and then wound its way down the East Coast in a three week tour that bonded their musical chemistry. The next step was selling out the capital cities on the Big City Debut tour, all the while chipping away at a debut album out January 2024.
The themes of the group’s repertoire are proudly parochial. Rarely have Australian stories sounded so good on American instruments as when The Whitlams Black Stump Band casts forth tales of John Sattler’s jaw, of Ned Kelly’s sister Kate, and of our national impulse to blow up the pokies.
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Single released Friday, 28 July 2023
The Whitlams Black Stump Band refashions Tim Freedman’s biggest hit as a three minute slice of banjo heaven – “No Aphrodisiac”, the ARIA Song of the Year in 1998, and JJJ Hottest 100 No. 1 has a new sound , as a seductive piece of Americana.
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Single released Friday, 3 March 2023
The Whitlams Black Stump Band releases its new single today, ‘Kate Kelly’, a gothic bush ballad about Ned Kelly’s little sister, Kate. The song has the intimacy of a violin and mandolin session around the campfire, with the dark energy of a Nick Cave murder ballad fluttering unnervingly through the ghost gums.
Kate Kelly – the historical figure – has always been overshadowed by her famous brother Ned, but the talented young woman was a popular public identity in her own right. She was 17 years old the day Ned was hanged in 1880, and she appeared that night in front of 1,000 paying customers at the Apollo Theatre Hall on Bourke Street, Melbourne.
In August last year, during the band’s first regional run from North Queensland to Southern Victoria, Felicity Urquhart and Josh Cunningham joined the tour from Gunnedah to Queenscliff to open on five shows. It was on these nights that they started experimenting with Urquhart joining the band on stage to sing and play the part of Kate Kelly.
They realised straight away that the addition of Urquhart’s voice gives the song an immediate emotional depth, as she becomes the female inheritor brooding over the Kelly legend. Our protagonist knows the damage that notoriety has wrought on her family, but still needs to use the Kelly name to advertise her Travelling Shows by which she supports her family.
The song was written by Tim Freedman and Northern Rivers identity Jimmy Willing, using a narrative inspired by Jean Bedford’s book, “Sister Kate”, a fictional retelling of the bushranger family’s legend through Kate’s eyes. They wrote it at the piano in Freedman’s house in Newtown, the site of many early Whitlams’ rehearsals. A few years later in a delightful coincidence, after Freedman had moved a short distance away, Jean Bedford moved into the very same house with her late husband, the celebrated crime writer, Peter Corris. Subsequently, the couple formed a friendship with Freedman in their shared street in Newtown. Freedman says “The credo of the Black Stump project is to give Americana an Australian twist. We like recording songs with Australian themes and Australian senses of humour, and then play them in towns as far and wide as we can.”
The last two singles have fulfilled this mission statement by bringing Freedman’s protest song ‘Blow Up the Pokies’ back onto the airwaves at a time when the issue had returned to the country’s front pages, and by enlivening the East Coast winter’s sporting culture with a story of Waterloo and Redfern waking up on Grand Final day 1970 – ‘The Day John Sattler Broke His Jaw’. Both songs settled at around No. 30 in the Countrytown Top 50 airplay chart.
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Single released Friday, 28 October 2022
The Whitlams’ classic protest song from 1999 – ‘Blow Up the Pokies’ – has been reworked by Tim Freedman with his new alt-country line-up.
This fresh version was born when the Wesley Mission contacted Freedman in May 2022 and asked for a reworking of the song that could be used as the soundtrack to their poignant Gutful of Gambling TV ad (view here).
Re-jigged from the original’s waltz time signature to a propulsive 4/4, sung in a lower key, and driven now by banjo and pedal steel guitar, this reconstruction wrings new emotion out of the story of a musician playing a poker machine on the same spot in a pub where he used to play in his band. A new audience awaits the song, whose message is as relevant today as it was upon release 24 years ago.
The theme is still potent, and just two months ago a community movement in Alice Springs used the track in their successful campaign to stall a proposal to add poker machines to four venues with indigenous and lower socio-economic clientele (see ABC story here).
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Single released Friday, 24 June 2022
“‘The Day John Sattler Broke His Jaw’ is the best Australian song you’ve never heard. Until now. The Whitlams’ country version is a revelation.” – Jeff Jenkins, Rhythms Magazine
In 2021, during the depths of Covid, Tim Freedman loaded his piano into the back of the car and headed out on a solo regional tour. While driving between Gunnedah and Mudgee, via Black Stump Way, he discovered that The Whitlams’ ‘Man About a Dog’ – a song about driving through the country after heavy rains have broken the drought – had been added to country radio.
“I must admit it was a surprise to be played on Kix Country and Triple A Murri Country, but it was very cool,” says Tim, who vowed: “I have to get out of the city more.”
In Mudgee, Tim hatched an idea. He called award-winning producer Matt Fell, who had worked on his solo album, Australian Idle. “Put together your dream band,” Tim said. “I think I want to make a country album.”
The result is The Whitlams, Black Stump Band, a surprising country detour for one of Australia’s most loved bands, featuring some of Australia’s finest musicians, including Rod McCormack (on banjo, papoose and acoustic guitar), Ollie Thorpe (pedal steel and electric guitar), and Matt Fell on bass.
After reworking The Whitlams’ ‘50 Again’, the next release from the Black Stump Band was ‘The Day John Sattler Broke His Jaw’, a song written by Sydney’s Perry Keyes, whose work has been praised by Peter Garrett, Missy Higgins and Tim Freedman.
Tim even wrote a piece about Perry – “an authentic voice from the heart of a disappearing world” – for The Sydney Morning Herald (read here).
The video for ‘The Day John Sattler Broke His Jaw’ was made by acclaimed Sydney photojournalist and director Johnny Barker. “It’s a really special clip, with Johnny incorporating footage from the time,” Tim says. It also features archival footage of Tim’s father, Barrie Freedman, reading the Channel 7 News in July 1970 tipping Souths for the upcoming Grand Final. Barrie proved correct in his prediction, and Souths went on to win the premiership in September against Manly Warringah, the team that Barrie had been taking his son Tim, then six years old, to watch at Brookvale Oval over the course of the season.
‘The Day John Sattler Broke His Jaw’ celebrates one of the greatest stories in rugby league. When South Sydney’s captain John Sattler had his jaw broken in the third minute of the 1970 Grand Final, he famously told a teammate, “Hold me up, so they don’t know I’m hurt.” He played out the rest of the game, leading Souths to victory over Manly. If you are quick, you will see the actual moment John Sattler’s jaw is broken at the Sydney Cricket Ground in the film clip, just as the guitar solo kicks in with Gough Whitlam, Frank Hyde and Brett Whitley.
But even if you’ve never seen a game of rugby league, ‘The Day John Sattler Broke His Jaw’ is an unforgettable epic that is more a social history than a song about sport, evoking the working-class suburbs of inner Sydney as Grand Final day unfolds.
And the tears rolled down like Reschs the day John Sattler broke his jaw
The song references legendary commentator Frank Hyde’s iconic call when a player was kicking for goal:
If it’s high enough
If it’s long enough
If it’s straight between the posts
A letter to you on a cassette
‘Cause we don’t write anymore
Gotta make it up quickly –There’s people asleep on the second floor
There’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Truth beauty and a picture of you
You’ll be walking your dog in a few hours
I’ll be asleep in my brother’s house
You’re a thousand miles away
With food between your teeth
Come up for summer
I’ve got a place near the beach
There’s room for your dog
There’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Truth beauty and a picture of you
There’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Truth youth beauty fame boredom and a bottle of pills
There’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness
You shouldn’t leave me alone
There’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Bare feet like a tom-boy and a crooked smile
Truth youth beauty fame boredom red hair no hair innocence Saturday and a picture of you
There’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness
Bare feet like a tom-boy and a crooked smile
Forty shaved sexy wants to do it all day
With a gun-totin’ trigger-happy missy named Kinky Renée
Truth youth beauty fame boredom red hair no hair awkwardness and a picture of you
You just keep on drinking and you try to forget
How they strung up Joe Byrne to the jailhouse door
He looked just like a marionette
He was dead for two days and I’ll tell you no lies
With the press all around him making their money
Shooting postcards of him through the flies
Close your eyes, Kate, I’ll sing you to sleep
Close your eyes, your dreams will be sweet
Kate Kelly, Kate Kelly, yeah I’m gonna sing you to sleep
Ned rose up through the mist, a man made of iron
Fighting his way to the smouldering inn
Where Joe and his brother were dying
They had to shoot out his legs, Kate, and if you could sleep
You could forget that they cut off his head
For the warden’s own paperweight
Close your eyes, Kate and I’ll sing you to sleep
Close your eyes, your dreams will be sweet
Don’t linger around here, may your soul rest in peace
Kate Kelly, Kate Kelly, yeah I’m gonna sing you to sleep
Now I do horse tricks in a wild west show
Sharp-shooting Kate, the last of the Kellys
Now the Queen of the rodeo
Was Joe your lover? did he send you some word?
A friend to your brothers all the way to the end
Where as brothers-in-arms they would fall
Close your eyes, Kate, I’ll sing you to sleep
Close your eyes, your dreams will be sweet
Kate Kelly, Kate Kelly, yeah I’m gonna sing you to sleep
Kate Kelly, Kate Kelly, yeah I’m gonna sing you to sleep
I just keep on drinking, and I try to forget
How they strung up Joe Byrne to the jailhouse door
He looked just like a marionette
There was the stage, two red lights and a dodgy P.A.
You trod the planks way back then
And it’s strange, you’re here again, here again
And I wish I, wish I knew the right words
To make you feel better, walk out of this place
And defeat them in your secret battle
Show them you can be your own man again
Don’t, don’t explain
Lots of little victories take on the pain
It takes so long to earn
You can double up or you can burn, you can burn
And I wish I, wish I knew the right words
To make you feel better, walk out of this place
And defeat them in your secret battle
Show them you can be your own man again
And I wish I, wish I knew the right words
To blow up the pokies and drag them away
They’re taking the food off your table
So they can say that the trains run on time
Flashing lights, it’s a real show
And your wife? I wouldn’t go home
The little bundles need care
And you can’t be a father there, father there
And I wish I, wish I knew the right words
To make you feel better, walk out of this place
And defeat them in your secret battle
Show them you can be your own man again
And I wish I, wish I knew the right words
To blow up the pokies and drag them away
They’re taking the food off your table
So they can say that the trains run on time
Another man there was made the trains run on time
Written by G.Gertler Gold, T. Freedman (Sony Music Publishing/Control)
Performed by The Whitlams, Black Stump Band – Tim Freedman, Rod McCormack, Ollie Thorpe, Matt Fell, Josh Shuberth.
Sunrise on the station breaks the morning’s spell
Red and green streamers flyin’ outside the Railway View Hotel
Cleveland St shuffles shinin’ into the mighty roar
We were walkin’ through the twilight the day John Sattler broke his jaw
Livin’ eight to a house, post Menzies’ land of plenty
But there was nothin’ left for people like us in September 1970
Some worked the Eveleigh railway yards, some worked the tanneries on the Botany shore
We didn’t work the Saturday that John Sattler broke his jaw
If it’s high enough, if it’s long enough, if it’s straight between the posts
Drink your beer and shed no tears for these days you miss the most
Every step and sill sat shinin’ in Black-It from door to door
And the tears rolled down like Reschs the day John Sattler broke his jaw
Saturday morning on the Botany road was mean and it was lean
Rabbit killers in old Ford Falcons stallin’ through a richer man’s dream
By afternoon we were jammed tight inside the hotel doors
Even the T.A.B. was empty the day John Sattler broke his jaw
Now in the Ladies Lounge a young girl rocks a pram
An old guy downs a Flag Ale with the ghost of Dave Sands
Clothes lines are flyin’ high, the sun is sinkin’ behind the flats
As stoned girls walk in circles with their babies on their backs
As big trucks roll down wide streets with heroin filled storm drains
Suburban towns they turn blue and brown, use old wars for their street names
They took you down to Campbelltown to Mount Druitt and St Marys
As Young Labor sits stoned in a terraced house, the Sydney Swans on pay tv
Written by Perry Keyes (Control)
Performed by The Whitlams, Black Stump Band – Tim Freedman, Rod McCormack, Ollie Thorpe, Matt Fell, Josh Shuberth
We made love in the river
We made love in the South
We made love up in the mountains
We made love in the mouth
My spirit it is leaping
My body thinks it’s home
First I was afraid of your intentions
Now I’ve got my own
You’re making me feel 50 Again
Shaking like a leaf
You’re making me feel 50 Again
Sammy Davis Junior
Now I’m a little careful
I don’t drive real fast
When you know you’re lucky to be here at all sister
You want to make it last
ou’re my foolish adventure
Got nothing left to lose
The Lord he moves in a cotton ensemble
He’s moving in me too
You’re making me feel 50 Again
Shaking like a leaf
You’re making me feel 50 Again
Sammy Davis Junior
You’re making me feel 50 Again
Shaking like a leaf on Mount Olympus
You’re keeping me alive
I was betting with tomorrow’s paper
Mmmm, I really had it made
Now I hear you gotta win three times
Pick the horse, get on, and then get paid
You’re making me feel 50 Again
Shaking like a leaf
You’re making me feel 50 Again
As Sammy Davis Junior’s my witness
You’re making me feel 50 Again
Shaking like a leaf on Mount Olympus
You’re keeping me alive
Written by T. Freedman, J. Housden, D. Denholm (Sony Music Publishing/Control)
Performed by The Whitlams, Black Stump Band – Tim Freedman, Rod McCormack, Ollie Thorpe, Matt Fell, Josh Shuberth.
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