Eskimo Joe is an Australian alternative rock band formed by Stuart MacLeod on guitars, Joel Quartermain on drums and guitar and Kavyen Temperley on bass guitar and vocals, in East Fremantle, Western Australia in 1997.
Their debut album, Girl, was released in 2001, which peaked into the Australian Albums Chart top 30, and was certified gold. Their second album, A Song Is a City, was released in 2004 and reached No. 2. It was later certified double platinum. The first single from that album, "From the Sea", debuted in the top 40 of the Australian Singles Chart, as well as being voted No. 3 in the Triple J Hottest 100 of 2004. Eskimo Joe issued their third album, Black Fingernails, Red Wine, in 2006, which peaked at No. 1 and was certified four times platinum. Its first single was the title track, "Black Fingernails, Red Wine", which became their first top 10 hit, and took out No. 2 in Triple J's Hottest 100 in 2006. The group's fourth album, Inshalla, was released in May 2009 and also reached No. 1. Its first single, "Foreign Land" peaked at No. 13. Their fifth album, Ghosts of the Past was released on 12 August 2011.
Although they receive criticism for being a "boring" live act, Eskimo Joe have won eight ARIA Music Awards, including four wins from nine nominations in 2006 for work associated with Black Fingernails, Red Wine.
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—John Dos Passos (1896–1970)
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—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)