"I was the charasmatic dweeb who talked myself and my chums out of trouble."

Dick Diver are a kick ass pop rebel band spawned from an F. Scott Fitzgerald book.

We love thier cheeky sass. And you will too!

To prove it we handed them a disposable camera to take on tour to Sydney ...

If Dick Diver were a rebel teen gang in the 50's what mascot/logo would you emblazon on your leather jackets?

Probably a massive erect penis holding a dagger in its eye with a love heart tattoo at the top of the shaft.

Were any of you nasty bullies at school? Or were you the dweebs that the ruffians picked on?

Al :: I was the charasmatic dweeb who talked myself and my chums out of trouble.

Steph:: I was a dweeb that relentlessly punished peers with surnames that rhymed with rude words. Then copped it back when i was dubbed Stiffy NoCock and it caught on...

Guitarist Al Montfort is a secret PhD brainiac. What geeky super powers do the other band members have?

Al :: They have nothing on me .... except the other Al in the band - he is great at negotiating with drug dealers.

Steph:: Rupert has a sweet, intellectual rack. I'm practically a MENSA scholar if singing dirty limericks is the membership criteria.

You've just been signed to Chapter Music. Out of your new label mates who would you recommend as your top listens?

Al :: The Twerps! they are a real gang with real motocycle jackets with emblems painted on the back. Marty is the wise cracking smarty pants. Pat is the (real) leader with the charisma. Jules is the muscle who has to be cooled down when schmucks tick her off. Rick is the brains who knows where they are going. They also make the best music around. They channel the greatest aspects of energetic pop and the intelligence of punk.

Steph :: Kath Bloom 'Loving Takes This Course' is my period anthem. And The Twerps for sure .

Knuckle Dusters Vs Nun chucks

Al :: Nun chucks. They are cool and more showy.

Steph :: Nuns chucking up.

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The Goose and The Rooster. I think that's a Charcoal Chicken shop in Marrickville, after our instore at Repressed Records. Al looks dubious (Rooster fucker) Sorry, that's a huge call... We were on our way to our friend Tristan's, who put a few of us up in his lounge room. My phone blew up around this point. Al and i watched a bit of a Dudley Moore midday movie in the morning.

Tiki monster havin' a magic durry. That's right. We found our little stoned buddy up on the Hoey's basement wall and topped up the ganj'. He just wanted to munch on sweet treats and watch Family Guy. Who could blame him.

I wish i could tell you more about this photo. But sometimes when we're together we just get taken somewhere by the electrifying soul-energy and make jazz with photos. It looks like a pillow. Maybe Rupert trying to asphixiate Al Mac? Visual jazz.

This is us reclining, post-burrito, upstairs at the Hopetoun (first night of our recent Sydney shows). I reckon i'm sniffing the residual burrito on my fingers. Rupert is just ultra-positive, tackling the digestion, stoked on life.

Longies on the hill. There was a dog in front of us that looked like a human and a bit of graffiti that said 'HERION' spelt wrongly. 'Round sunset, just before we played Repressed Records and ate our trail mix dinner. Pretty near perfect arvo.

That's our other Al in the band - our coastal babe. Gazing with pride at our V8 illegal-street-race-ready hire car. Bronte or Bondi. Rupert and Al's mate Gus was staying round those parts. He was going for a job interview at Aldi supermarkets. Good luck Gus!