D.R.I., Battletruk (Reunion gig), TRS, Scalphunter. Amplifier, Perth. 11-02-2017.

Words Dave Mullins.
Photos Kim Anderson – Shoot The Wicked Witch.

Crossover legends Dirty Rotten Imbeciles (D.R.I.) have a career that spans about four decades. Which for folks at home means that they starting playing music about 5 or 6 Star Wars films ago. While the band never really broke into the mainstream, they have had a strong ‘underground’ following throughout their career, and their influence has been felt all across the genres of metal, punk and hardcore. This was D.R.I’s first time in Perth and it was bound to be an interesting night.

Right before Scalphunter took to the stage I overheard a punter mention that it had been forever since they’d seen Scalphunter open for another band. But, holy fuck, do they know how to open – with an explosion of screaming and blaring guitars. Even though he barely takes a moment to breathe between each song, frontman Steve Knoth somehow manages to keep things at an insane level of intensity. Seriously, the guy has some fucking stamina. But the same could be said for any member of the band. The crowd was a little small, given how early in the night it was, but it didn’t stop Knoth from stirring up the audience, walking through the crowd and taunting them to show even just a little more energy. They played a short set compared to what fans might have been used to, but it was pitch-perfect and punk-as-fuck and a perfect way to start off a big night. Continue reading

COSMIC PSYCHOS, Power, Batpiss, Organ Donor. Bendigo Hotel, Melbourne. 27-01-2017.

Words Mikaelie A. Evans.
Photos Suzanne Phoenix – Photos Punctuate My Life.

Comprising an ecstatic Melbournian line-up for the evening, Organ Donor kicked off the first of three massive nights in celebration of The Bendigo Hotel’s 7th Birthday Bash. The three-piece unleashed their defiant hardcore rhythms throughout the filling band room, setting the pace for the evening’s line up to follow.

Batpiss are next in line, who hit the stage with a loud presence; distorted vocals mix through their coarse layers of spiralling guitar licks and dooming drums. Bringing the boozy crowd to the front of the room are the deepening grooves of their set list that turns into rounds of applause as they slur The Bendi a happy birthday. The venue doesn’t look big enough for the amount of punters who have managed to find enough space to stand. This makes it hard to believe that it’s become big enough to provide the space for the swelling pit of jumping heads that’s on the rise, though they’re making it work as they jump wildly about throughout the Batpiss show. Continue reading

REFUSED, Sick Of It All, High Tension. Prince Bandroom, Melbourne. 25-01-2017.

Words Mikaelie A. Evans.
Photos Adam Russ – Right Eye Media Australia.

Trembling inside the darkened walls are the rumbling amplifiers that ricochet Melbourne’s High Tension once they’ve taken to the stage. Front woman Karina Utomo growls into the heavily beaten drum patterns, sometimes bellowing high pitched screams into the mic. The guitar riffs raise tensions of their own, fiercely backed by the heavy bass lines. At times singing, but mostly screaming, the crowds conversation turns to muffled pauses of awe as Utomo owns their set, ensuring that the evenings line up is going to be memorable.

Sick Of It All bring the NYCH ruckus onto the stage with them as they power straight into their set with such high energy and intensity that the crowd takes a moment to ease into their anthems. With a bit of warning, they play “The first song we ever wrote”, ‘My Life’, and unplugged ears cop an absolute beating. Front man Lou Koller gives more of a considerate warning: “Don’t get scared, cause it ain’t pretty.” Each of them are obviously in their elements as they run an engaging muck on stage, engrossing punters into the brewing pit with ‘Black Venom’, Koller eagerly tells us to “Get down to this shit!” Continue reading

ISAIAH MITCHELL (Earthless / Golden Void) + SEEDY JEEZUS Australian Tour. Sept / Oct 2016.

Words Anthony Moore.
Photos Stephen Boxshall.

The recent Isaiah Mitchell with Seedy Jeezus ‘Under The Influence’ Australian Tour was such a unique one that we thought we’d do a post including all the songs that they covered together, along with an incredible photo gallery from Melbourne’s Stephen Boxshall.

The idea behind the tour was to “give fans of Isaiah a chance to see him play songs that have influenced him as a musician since he first picked up a guitar at the age of 8. After performing their own set of blistering psych freakout, Seedy Jeezus will be Isaiah’s backing band as he works through songs from the ‘60s, ‘70s and ‘80s.”

It was an incredible experience to hear so many amazing songs performed by musicians that have been impacted by them. A lot of the songs people knew, and some were new and great introductions to various legendary bands well worth checking out. Below is the complete set list from each gig that they played on the tour.

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A DAY ON THE GREEN: You Am I, Something For Kate, Spiderbait, Jebediah, The Meanies. Rochford Wines, Yarra Valley. 13-11-2016.

Words Adam Cooper.
Photos Dean Thomson.

Melbourne turned on some pretty inclement weather for the trek out to Rochford Wines in The Yarra Valley for A Day On The Green. A gig I’d been looking forward to for some time. Something For Kate, You Am I, Spiderbait, Jebediah and The Meanies, taking me back to the ’90s at the mere mention of all those names… What a lineup!

The Meanies kicked off the day while the sun shone and a gentle flow of punters streamed through the gates. A nice mix of old and new tracks with Link in his usual fine form, making with the jokes and some new dance moves if I’m not mistaken. ‘There’s A Gap’ slotting into the set beautifully alongside ‘10% Weird’ and ‘Gangrenous’. A perfect start to the day is to watch the Meanies in full flight and they never disappoint. Time for another vino and a bit of a catch up with friends. Continue reading

THE DANDY WARHOLS, Morning Harvey. Big Top, Sydney. 04-11-2016.

Words Mikaelie A. Evans.

Welcoming a swelling sea of Sydneysiders into Luna Park’s Big Top venue are Brisbane four piece, Morning Harvey. The breezy indie rockers ease through their set with the warmth of their sounds serenading the growing crowd.

A band kept an untold secret until recently, Morning Harvey introduce their eccentric and dynamic songs to the receptive punters who become one with the blissful evening.

Though a relatively large venue, The Big Top holds some sort of intimacy within as the stage lights produce a show of their own; soon there is a brief intermission and, after queuing for too long at the bar, the anticipated act of the evening begin… Through a wall of amplified fuzz, The Dandy Warhols erupt into their opening instrumental piece.

The large sea of heads bounce in unison as The Dandys groove into their pre-emptive set, though there are a few minor technical difficulties which are casually excused. Continue reading

C.W. STONEKING, Mojo Juju. The Croxton Bandroom, Melbourne. 27-10-2016.

Words Will Oakeshott.

The entire journey for this writer to attend this extremely exclusive show was full of pleasant surprises. Conveniently landing on a Thursday night just before an already scheduled trip to the magnificent city of Melbourne; this was the first of many instances of good fortune which thankfully continued as the event progressed. Writer Ron Carlson captured the essence of the adventure best with his quote: “Life is an aggregate of experience, which continually surprises us”.

The first enjoyable surprise came in the form of the delightfully small yet powerful woman known as Mojo Juju who amongst the hustle and bustle of a building and restless crowd made her presence known very quickly. Armed with just a guitar, different to her usual band setup with musician friends and family in tow, Ms. Ruiz de Lezuriaga silenced the audience with a transition in her voice from a sombre Julia Stone-esque fragility to a deafening superhuman bluesy wail that Chris Cornell would seek advice on how to deliver. Mojo’s songs are fortified with soul and heartfelt lyricism showcasing a maturity which musicians strive to achieve for their entire lives. This talent is amplified by her unnerving yet stunning loud-quiet combinations in her music which is seasoned with an almost indigenous effect; in short she has a poppy charm with a dangerous grunt. This was presented impeccably with her compelling rendition of Jay Hawkins’ ‘I Put A Spell On You’ which somehow shone a blinding light on a dark room and captivated the entirety of the venue. Continue reading

UFOMAMMUT, MONOLORD, Comacozer. The Bald Faced Stag, Sydney. 07-10-2016.

Words El Jefe.
Photos Rod Hunt.

Friday night in Sydney and the early signs that summer had begun to rear its hot little head had just appeared on the horizon. Warmish, a bit humid, no need for a jacket any more. I took a slow walk to the bus stop, drank a beer on the way and headed to the ‘Hag.

I arrived, grabbed a beer and hit the band room to check out Comacozer. Some hot’n’heavy, bludgeoning riffs were being marched out by the instrumental trio. Screaming guitar licks and a bass player who was doing a great trade in fuzz bass. Some seriously bone-jarring tones were being wrenched from his bass. Their psyche-doom was pretty neat, but ultimately, I think having a vocalist could have helped their cause. Continue reading

L7, Cosmic Psychos. 170 Russell, Melbourne. 12-10-2016.

Words Mikaelie A. Evans.
Photos Suzanne Phoenix – Photos Punctuate My Life.

L7Taking the stairs by two to run into a sea of bodies, the amplifiers pound like thunder inside the thick walls of 170 Russell as ‘Dead In A Ditch’ is among the opening songs for boozing punk legends, Cosmic Psychos. The venue’s filling, and they wholeheartedly dedicate a song to our Australian Prime Minister; “This one’s for Malcolm Turnbull and it could be for Donald Fuckin’ Trump.” The heavy bass groove of ‘Better, Not Bitter’ takes over and a round of applause is received with a cheer of laughter. Their raw jams continue to be reciprocated, with their sounds well known in their home town. Rocking through their set, the three piece maintain their energy that is shared amongst the venue; ’She’s A Lost Cause’ has the crowd screaming along to the lyrics. Before too soon their set comes to a close and the cue for the bar more than doubles during the intermission. Continue reading

FRNK IERO AND THE PATIENCE, Walter Schreifels. Astor Theatre, Perth. 07-10-2016.

Words Jamie Munslow-Davies.
Photos Kim Anderson – Shoot The Wicked Witch.

I never had a full blown emo or punk phase while I was in high school, and that fact is made extremely clear as I walk my green tartan culottes and ‘tres chic’ beret into a sardine can known as The Astor Lounge, packed with black band shirts, pleather chokers, candy coloured hair and slick side fringes. It evoked a sense of nostalgia for a teenagedom I never had. I was informed by two excited young women outside the venue that I am in for a night of “underground grungey screaming” from tonight’s main act. I am excited.

The support act is Walter Schreifels from New York. He is flying solo tonight – just him and his guitar. A surprising choice of support for such an energetic main act, but Schreifels warmed the predominantly teenage crowd up with some chilled out, listenable little tunes. Highlights included the alternative-swing number ‘Adderall Highway’ and ‘Away From The Speed’. In listening to Schreifels, I only wished that he had a band with him to punch up his songs a little more, as the solo-man-with-guitar set up made potential grungey tunes seem a tad too dad-rock for my liking. However, after a mix of light banter and humorous yet vague stories, he finished his set with really quite a beautiful song called ‘Open Letter to The Scene’ – lamenting a passed musician from the Lower East Side who had a very ‘don’t sell out’ kind of view that people didn’t like sometimes. A fitting finish to an engaged and interactive crowd. Once the very cheery Walter Schreifels left the stage, the young crowd began to pack even more toward the stage, as their much-less-side-fringed parents began to join me in the tiered seating up the back. Continue reading