We’re travelling steadily. I found a place in the hills on Widjabul Wia-bal country from where I can work in what I can only describe as a birthday miracle. It’s a lot more comfortable than a bedroom. We were doing practice here for the past weeks.

Songs keep coming, one at a time, and we’re looking forward to sharing them out in the physical realm before heading to the recording studio later this year. Sometimes, I write them at home, sometimes I write them at Koonyum Range (that photo’s from there) and other special places around this beautiful Country.

Nature punk.

Hello, world! I’m Kasia Pudło. I write songs.

I frame making my music the way I want to as my Great Refusal. This concept comes from philosopher Herbert Marcuse’s 1964 book “One-Dimensional Man”, and if you’re like me, you’ve felt exactly what it means in your bones your entire life. Hold onto that feeling.

Here’s a brief and lazy semiotic analysis of my bedroom:

My bedroom signifies self-intimacy and solace.
It signifies clarity and freedom.

When I’m alone in my bedroom, I don’t have a gender, a race, or whatever other template they wanna put on me.

I am me.

It also signifies precarity and the worsening economic conditions for people like me. Artists, thinkers. Punks.

In a world in which garage rock is a luxury, I make bedroom punk.

My punk starts in my bedroom.
Where I can feel-think whatever I think-feel.
Where I am affected by whatever it is that affected me.
Where my sensations tell me something important about what goes on out there.

Where I can write and sing whatever I want.

I refer to punk as personal philosophy and a cultural standpoint. An anarchist standpoint. A dissident standpoint.

Commodity culture can go fuck itself.

I’ll be bringing you some beautiful music soon.