This track was written to support the Victorian Volunteer Firefighters who are being asked to fight fires with one hand, if not both, tied behind their back.

The current Government seem to ignore anything that happens further than 40kms from the centre of Melbourne, leaving these men and women to do their amazing work with limited resources, including end-of-life trucks and very small budgets.

We salute the amazing work they do and hope that this song helps them get noticed.

We were highly amused to find out that the use of suppositories is very popular in France, more so than tablets taken orally.

Because one of our band members (hello, Al) found this factoid both interesting and amusing, he felt that a French-themed tune about the use of suppositories should be written.

We were highly tempted to tell where to stick his idea but in retrospect, that would only have encouraged him. So, bang, here it is.

There no praise like self-praise, is there?

We keep hearing how amazing some artists and bands are but we think that Artie Fishall is, quite literally, unreal.

And if, there isn't a country tune in a phrase like that, you are just not trying hard enough. Artie was a bit embarrassed when he heard about the song and agreed to record it on two conditions - that it didn't appear on one of the mainstream albums like unreal or super fishall and that he didn't have to sing it about himself.

For those playing in other parts of the world who don't recognise either of those brand names, they represent Australia's biggest stationery and hardware brands. Both big-box retail format. Both places to spend time, even if you don't need to buy anything.

There are typically two kinds of people in the world - those who prefer the vibe of an Officeworks store and the others who love to dress in their tradie's gear and head off to Bunnings (of course, the added bonus of the Bunnings visit is the charity sausage sizzle every weekend.

We know, though, which option appeals to Artie - stationery over timber every time.

This song came out of a series of coincidences, first discussed on Melbourne radio a few months ago.

Someone had called out a number (74) to which the announcer had replied "Tungsten". Little did he know that tungsten has the atomic number of 74, placing in 74th place on the periodic table.

No one is too sure how he knew that - most certainly not the broadcaster himself. From that point, inexplicable coincidences like these were to be known as being subject to The Tungsten Effect.

Another play on our theme of Artie being unreal (in the literal sense).

We have started seeing Artie and Indie starting to appear in apparent selfies. Check this one out.

Not sure who the guy on the left is but, given that Artie and Indie never get out of the studio, the apparent selfie must be unreal ... the things some people will do with AI. Seriously.

Not unrelated to track 1 of this album, we were asked to write a song for some regional folk who were trying to grab the attention of the media, having failed to grab the attention of their target group - the State Government of Victoria.

We don't like to get political but enough is enough. Roads are falling apart, train lines that no one will use are being built, the volunteer firefighters are up in arms. None of this impacts on us but our fans asked for our help.

We are concerned, though, that they are talking about restricting data centres. No thanks - that's how we survive!

This track brings together two stories that occured more than 40 years apart.

The first, a VFL reserves player, losing the plot and whacking anyone within his reach. The commentary at the time has become famous ... "ooo, he's give him one, too". Clearly, the commentator missed the relevant English class, where he might have learned the correct grammar for his observation.

Wind forward to 2026, where a couple of delivery drivers were about to be robbed of their truck containing electronic appliances. One of the drivers grabbed a spirit level from Bunnings (see track 6), and "give him one, too!". Well played!

In keeping with our determination to deal with the big issues, this one addresses the age-old decisions - hot chips or mashed potato?

Of course, this was a no-brainer growing up when you couldn't jump over the pile of chips they gave you. But, these days, with what seems like a very small number of chips (maybe, four is a slight exaggeration), the choice is much, much more difficult.

Four chips or mashed potato? You decide.