Aura Farming at Cult Shotta

Guess who’s back? You might’ve seen a few clips floating around Instagram… A few thoughts like: is he still sponsored? Is he still tight with Adam 22? Can he still hanger whip a pole jam? All these thoughts, and we’re here to dig deep and find the fuck out…

Ladies and gentlemen, Liam Zingbergs is back by popular demand and ready to rip the fuck in! After a little bit of confusion thinking he was coming up from South Australia on his steam engine, I finally made it to the airport where I was greeted with a much more solid Liam than I last remembered… turns out he’s been kicking the shit out of people for fun nowadays and is built like a fucking brick shithouse. I let him know I’m not scared and will still swing him around the room in his sleeping bag like 2011. After a quick “so good to see you bruvvv” and airport security yelling at us to move on and get these clips, G, we headed off to the red light district of Brisbane where Liam is staying in a big baller hotel just up the road. 

He then gets ready for a 5-star dining experience where we could catch up, talk some shit, and get him pumped up for possibly a hanger whip in 2026. Right then—POW, RIGHT IN THE KISSER! He brings up the fight we had back in China where he basically stole $5000 USD by watching my lines in practice and copying them exactly, but adding tail whips and that crap to make my run look like absolute rubbish. And then tells me a lie that there’s money waiting for me so I’d stick around, only to find out I made no money at all. TBH, I kinda forgot about it, and the trigger brought up a lot of emotions and flashbacks that I believe I handled really well… and we just left it there and started talking about the present. CEEBS

Friday 7pm

We hit an exclusive part of town—a part of town where people like Post Malone, Tina Turner, and a whole bunch of other celebrities hang. We met up with my beautiful friend Lou and enjoyed a beautiful dinner followed by a few cocktails down on James Street where McLarens, Rarris, and other sports cars live. A few drinks were had and we called it a night to get ready for a big day of work the next morning.

9:55am Saturday

Quick chilli scramble at Salt, then we hit the road to Logan Village Skatepark—eventually—after watching the Cult Shotta documentary to get the day officially started.

After a bit of drama with Liam crashing, dirtying his jeans, and not feeling fresh anymore, I talked him through it all and we started to get the barspins flowing… I told him I could AI the dirt off and make it look like he had Chrome Hearts jeans on and he was happy again.

12:00pm Saturday

One clip in the bank, and a psych-out on the knuckles—I can feel a fight between us coming already… second clip in and Leezy’s still got it after a pegs, crank, manual, wheels to 180 downwhip which I didn’t think he had in him. The special was up and we were off to the third clip until some more drama with his finger busting open and needing a pit stop for some band-aids—but we didn’t let it get in the way of today. We are on. We are making art.

Third clip now baby and it’s in the bank. Fourth clip we’re going for—holy shit, this is a solid 8-hour working day right now, QUAD AURA! Liam is pumped up now telling me this is at least a $45 video. Fifth clip now—easy baby! Six, let’s gooooo! It was such a filler clip so he did it twice to fill the video, but who cares now baby—we are fucking aura farming hard! Number seven now—“the bag’s getting empty”—but we’re going for 10. Seven is hurting him, we’re losing aura points now, it’s not looking good for 10 clips… aighttt so let’s be real—we got 7 and a half clips which is unreal for Liam who’s pushing 40. 

Fuck the BMX—we’re off to aura farm at the Cult Shotta show. On the way home Liam shares a heartfelt story from his younger days that’s still hitting him. Apparently 16 years ago he wrote a Facebook status saying “you’re thinking Nigel, I’m thinking Blackman”—from that day there was a slight bad vibe coming to Liam and he still wears it on his sleeve. He told me he was young and stupid and wants to cut the beef and move on. We chatted for 30 seconds and decided to put the music back on. CEEBS

6:30pm Saturday

I take Liam Zingbergs down to James Street for another scrumptious dinner followed by a walk upstairs where we had a few drinks and smacked back some shots with my mate Mantis before the show. Then it was time for a quick walk around so I could show Liam what a McLaren looks like, because we were driving down the road and he yells out “McLaren!” when it was an orange Lotus… pretty embarrassing, but he’s from a small town.

8:30pm Saturday

We be aura farming hard! After posting up high above the crowd, camera around my neck ready for action, this absolute bad bish named Milkah comes out first dropping absolute bars in some banging yellow boots to get the party started. After having to shoot some photos of some drunken kids mistaking me for the “Get a Nightlife” photographer—and TBH I couldn’t be bothered talking so I just shot the pics—I moved into my exclusive spot above the mosh pit where they could no longer reach me. 

Forgot the English guy’s name, but he had some chick in a pink dress up on stage making out with him… wild scene. Then he tells the crowd he just dropped some molly and it should kick in at the end of his set—it definitely kicked in mid-set because I couldn’t understand a word he said besides “YEAAAAAAHHHHH” and how he loved Emily’s boobs (the baddie in the pink dress). I got lost for a second but it wasn’t my story—I was just documenting what I was seeing and hearing.

Cult Shotta comes out and puts on a show—he’s a mad dawg, aura points up high. He did his set then shit really hit when they blasted CEEBS—shit turned up! I was running around shooting pics on the ground and whatnot where I started getting harassed by some super drunk chick to take her photo.