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
Words Anthony Moore.
There were some amazing releases that come out in 2016, and as with every year, I start out with the best of intentions keeping a list of my favourites as they hit, only to let it fall by the wayside by about March. Yeah I know, it doesn’t last long! So undoubtedly I will forgot lots of great releases from 2016. There’s been the talked about releases like Metallica’s Hardwired… To Self Destruct (which for me has been quite a disappointment, some moments of clarity and power but as whole, it wasn’t the driving force I was hoping for), then there’s been some that have come out of left field that have really thrown me for six and impressed me quite a lot, like Electric Magus Olympus Noms, which is Raul Sanchez (Magic Dirt, River Of Snakes, Midnight Woolf) latest offering through Wild Animals Records. Like with John Frusciante’s solo albums, some sound quite unique and very different to his work with Red Hot Chili Peppers (which is an awesome thing these days!) yet his style and soul still comes through in various ways. Electric Magus is like this for Sanchez compared to his ‘usual’ guitar driven work. It’s totally different yet still somehow connects with me for the same reasons.
I still listen to loads of releases from all around the world, but more and more as time goes on I find myself mainly listening to local bands. Possibly for a few reasons, I like to support local muso’s and friends, it’s possible to see them more live which in turn gets us more stoked on listening back to a band later, and maybe most importantly, there are just so many fuckin incredible bands in Melbourne and throughout Australia that there’s not enough time to sometimes reach out further. Continue reading
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