The TV Jones Story
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A tough blue collar steel town, 50 miles south of Sydney, the kids at the Charles Hotel were primed to go off on anything that would blast them out of the ennui of early 70's rock. In those days, it was mandatory for bands to cover Smoke On the Water, Black Magic Woman, and Southern Man.
These were the post-hippie days when the "scene" had totally degenerated but the next thing had not yet arrived.
And TV Jones was beyond bizarre. Exploding light bulbs. Imploding television sets. Strange androgynous makeup and clear plastic raincoats.
Of course nothing is shocking now, but a quarter century ago these things seemed to open a door to a new world. Or at least a new way out of this one.
The jams went on into the night, evolving into exhortations of violence,insanity, and for some, full ecstatic ritual that drove kids to behave like Moroccan hill tribesmen on the night of the festival of Pan, when Bou Jeloud actually comes to the village.
When the band decided to leave Wollongong, they were doomed. Tired of the small pond syndrome, they thought that they could transplant the magic to The Big City.
Immediately, totally, and violently, TV Jones was rejected by the powerful music establishment in Sydney, the way a dog would vomit poisoned meat. Not even the local gang structure could stomach them.
As Deniz was seen as the chief instigator of the band's style, he was ousted by the others, who went on for a time, trying to accomodate the market conditions by compromise. Of course, the obvious insincerity of this move predestined it's utter and pathetic failure, with Deniz now free to pursue his dreams with a new partner, a man named Rob Younger.