Spike Fuck

<p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">For ten years Melbourne&rsquo;sSpike Fuck has existed more as a messy myth than an artist &ndash; sporadic works forever poised on the precipice of triumph, rumours of death or insanity and so on. Spike&rsquo;s foray into music in 2015 served a cultural fantasy, not by any overarching sense of ambition, but rather a would-be, cosplay pop star arrested by his own devices and whose melancholy wove through unlikely cultural circles. His sole body of work, The Smackwave EP (Partisan Records), addressed themes as literal as the title suggests: drug use, gender identity, religion and existentialism. Soon after its release, Spike was swept up in the whirlwind of unexpected success, moving from underground warehouse parties to being draped in high fashion and editorial photoshoots accompanied by interviews, in which he gave unrelenting and uncensored details of his life.&nbsp;</p><p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">On the precipice of breakthrough, Spike disappeared. Bootleg uploads and comments on old YouTube videos discussed possibilities that seemed wild but believable, given Spike&rsquo;s nature, fueling rumours of monastic solitude, relapse, or reinvention as a LinkedIn-worthy daytime professional. Only the most sincere have kept his myth alive.&nbsp;</p><p dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">Returning in 2024 after a four-year hiatus, Spike has returned sober, clear-eyed, and transformed. Spike is no longer alone with a backing track, but fronting a rotating full band. Together they channel &rsquo;70s glam, spiritual soul, and damaged rock&rsquo;n&rsquo;roll; always refracted through Spike&rsquo;s unmistakable, bruised, and poetic voice.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">____________________________________________<br>We acknowledge that this event is held on the stolen lands of the Gadigal people of the Eora Nation. We pay our respects to Elders, past, present and emerging. Sovereignty was never ceded.</span></p>