Frenzor™ has been unusually ruthless this fortnight in stripping prizes from every corner of his boundless domain, utterly heedless to the cries from poor, put-upon promoters, record company staff and any one else who's too slow to escape its diabolical wrath. And you, dear reader, can clean up by ringing 8231 0881 at precisely 1pm on Fri 11 Oct and trying what Frenzor™ laughingly refers to as "your luck":

1. This one's early, so give us a call the second that you read this: thanks to Peter Darwin Presents we have double passes to the Stars Of M-One show at Memorial Drive on Thurs 10 Oct, so if you want to get along you'd best give us a call as soon as you can.

2. Another early one! We have four double passes to the Umbilical Brothers' 'Speedmouse' show at the Arts Theatre on Thurs 10 Oct, thanks to Foster Workshop PR - call us immediately if you want 'em!

3. Now, back to the regular Friday Frenzy™: Dominic Atchinson speaks with Andrew P Street about Mogwai's imminent show at Music House on Wed 16 Oct, along with …Trail Of Dead, and we have a double pass to that very show thanks to Peter Darwin Presents and Feel Touring.

4. Scott Townsend casts a critical eye over the new 'Apocolypse Now: Redux' DVD in this issue - and you can do the same, thanks to the good folks at 20th Century Fox DVD who've slipped a copy our way.

5. Got a groove thang that needs shaking? Then you'll be wanting to get your mitts on these Fabric CDs from DMC Distribution: we have two packs of two discs featuring mixes by Tyler Stadius and Howie B to get you up off that thing.

6. Since Kym Patrick has a chat with Adam Donovan from Augie March in this issue, we have five copies of their brand new 'Strange Bird' CD, thanks to the good folks at BMG

7. Fancy getting along to see Mercury Rev at Heaven on Tues 15 Oct? Then you'll be wanting to grab one of the two double passes that Trevor Hunt Concert Management have kindly sent our way.

8. Former Verve members Simon Tong and Simon Jones have a brand new band called The Shining, and we have copies of their 'True Skies' debut up for grabs, thanks to Sony.

9. Tidal are launching their 'Ultraviolet' CD at Le Rox (formerly Breakers Pool Hall) on Fri 25 Oct, and we have three copies of that very CD plus a double pass to the launch, thanks to the band and Brandon Promotions.

10. Chris Niehus has a chat with Brer Mouse about their 'Beatlemania' CD in this very issue, and Nice Noise have slung us some copies for your winning pleasure.

11. Killing Heidi are about to come back to SA for the first time in ages, and thanks to El Dorado we have a double pass to their shows in Whyalla (Westlands Hotel, Fri 25 Oct), and Adelaide (two shows at the Adelaide UniBar on Sat 26 Oct and all-ages on Sun 27 Oct) - you names your gig, you gets your tickets!

ONLINE ONLY FRENZY!

Remote Control's 'Beggin' For It' campaign is issuing a range of class CDs at low, low prices - and we have five of their campaign samplers, featuring tracks by the likes of Lemon Jelly, McLusky, Saint Etienne, The Charlatans and more. All you have to do is… beg! Yes, Andrew wants to see you beg for these fine compilations - best five beggars at andrew@dbmagazine.com.au get 'em.

LOUDMOUTH COMPETITION WINNER

To celebrate Loudmouth At The Drive, a triumverate of evil genius' representing Universal Music, Scorpion Entertainment and dB Magazine thought we'd get a bit of a giggle with the brilliant idea of getting you to tell us your most embarrassing story of being a loudmouth, for which we'd hand over a Sum 41 tank top signed by the entire band and a block-mounted Unwritten Law poster (also signed by the entire band), a CD from both bands and a double pass to see them and a whole mess of other fine acts at Loudmouth at Memorial Drive on Fri 18 Oct. What we weren't expecting, however, was the terrifying stories that emerged - hellish confessions of singing dirty songs to Mick Fleetwood, drunken arguments with Everclear, baptismal farting, party-relating pants-wetting, colourblind teacher-mockery and everything in between. And yes, we laughed - but we also received a sobering insight into the private pain of our readership. However, none of the stories were quite so sobering as that of Sarah Booker, whose horrifying ordeal brought tears to our eyes. The (heavily) edited version is as follows:

"It was year eight. I was in the change room with about five other girls when I spotted the most revolting undies lying on the tiled floor. They had holes in the crotch, frayed around the edges, and worst of all were lying there with the (literally) crusty crotch side facing up. I pointed, laughed, shouted and made absolutely everyone that was left in that change room come over and check them out. Everyone was giggling hysterically, when suddenly it hit me: those were actually the undies I'd been lazing around at home in on Sunday afternoon. I started to panic, thinking who could possibly have put my underwear on the floor, then realised it was my own foolish mistake: on Sunday I'd taken off my trackies and undies together, leaving them on the floor 'til Monday morning when the trackies (containing my knickers) had gone straight into my school bag, and come Monday's P.E. lesson the knickers had fallen out the bottom of the leg."

It gets better, gentle reader:

"I decided the evidence had to be removed - maybe they had my name on them, maybe they were going to conduct DNA tests on the crust.... there was no way I was taking any chances, no one could ever know. I started saying to everyone 'c'mon, we've got to go,' and as soon as we were all out the door I said, 'oh, I'm going to grab a drink' and ran back to the change rooms. I looked around, and then in one swift motion I scooped them off the ground and stuffed them in my bag. When the end of the lesson came I walked back into the change rooms and immediately shouted to the other girls "oh look, oh my god, someone took them! That's so foul!" No one thought for a second that it was me! Feeling like I had gotten away with murder, I confidently whipped off my trackies, put them on the bench, opened my bag and pulled out my uniform… and with the skirt had come out the underwear, which now lay on the floor next to me. I slowly and discreetly squatted to pick them up and as I stood up my friend Nat turned around saying 'Hey Sara… Eeewww! The undies! They were Sara's!" I was dumbfounded, tears came to my eyes and my ears were burning off. I whipped on my uniform, grabbed my bag and ran almost the whole three kilometres home, crying all the way. Nat came over that night and made me laugh and I saw the funny side of it, but I still took the next day off school."

Congraulations Sara: for your bravery in confessing your darkest, most shameful tale, and reminding dB Magazine's readership of the importance of sanitary undergarments, you'll be rocking it up at the Drive!

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