From every perspective of the people involved with this show, there was a strong element of the “unexpected” which had transpired. However, the rare and astonishing characteristic of these surprises were that they all fell under a “positive” outlook. 1000mods managed to tour our fine nation for the first time and that would have probably felt like an impossibility over their career; furthermore, multiple shows sold out at very respectable venues including Adelaide where there was tough competition also playing at other locations on this night. It would seem that the famous Cuban writer José Martí is still very accurate with this quote, even after over 120 years since his unfortunate passing: “Charm is a product of the unexpected”. Continue reading →
There are miniscule opportunities in a music enthusiast’s lifetime where they would experience a memorable and irreplaceable act perform for one last time; especially in a location as remote as Australia. On this night, true royalty of the Thrash Metal genre shredded and banged their identity and art into Adelaide for one last time in their marvellously macabre manner. This “ending” may have been an epilogue of sorts; but the imprint will be everlasting. Continue reading →
24 Hours prior to this event, Adelaide suffered the hottest day on record; well beyond conception. This writer was left defeated as was South Australia in reality – but our resilience wasn’t. Defeat is never our definition – and our adoration for heavy music was once again showcased in quality numbers, even though the competition for live music on this night was immense; thankfully however, three excessively talented outfits rewarded the Adelaide heavy music enthusiasts to an immeasurable degree.
Melbourne three-piece Toehider proved they were not an opener but in fact, a menace. Somehow a mixture of Rush, Judas Priest and The Mars Volta worked; it was quite the extravaganza. As eccentric as it sounds, it was defying, odd and a victory. The vocal and musical gymnastics were near super-human in substance, truthfully this was an honest understatement of how they portray their art. Adelaide for the most part, could not keep up with the insane vocal delivery of front-man and guitarist Michael Mills as it was eerilysimilar to Rob Halford and the band’s intricacy was enthralling. In all honesty, this was more than a pleasant surprise, it was astounding, especially with This Conversation Is Over, which had an immaculate delivery. Continue reading →
An interesting fact about Wednesday is that this character from The Addams Family named after the weekday was apparently called it by her father because “Wednesday’s child is full of woe”; upsettingly upon entrance into Fowler’s Live on this “Hump Day” evening, it appeared as though the daughter of Charles Addams had used her evil abilities to diminish Adelaide’s spirit with only a minuscule audience present for the opening act. But as former NBA star Paul Pierce once said: “The game isn’t over till the clock says zero” – truthfully, there was not one aspect about this show that represented zero at all, so the show must go on.
To say that local quartet Lead Worm were ecstatic about opening this event would be a vast understatement; it was made abundantly clear by frontman / guitarist Michael Van on numerous occasions. However, from this writer’s point of view, this was the most spirited the outfit actually became in their 40 minutes in the stage light. Admittedly, there was the reduced stage size acting as a challenging obstacle, that was more than apparent and influential on the four-piece’s abilities – although honestly, the band members seemed to have little interaction with each other or their audience during song performance. Respectably, they do transport themselves into their own musical universe that lands somewhere around the post-grunge label and it is an accomplished amalgamation. All-in-all though, their delivery presents itself as slightly insipid. The influence of Californian band Oleander was enjoyably evident on songs ‘Forgive Me’ and ‘Wasted’; furthermore, Lead Worm did have the responsibility of warming up the crowd which had now grown exponentially and to that degree, they achieved a satisfactory result. Nevertheless, maybe with more bigger supporting roles and some touring opportunities, the quartet could grow to a formidable group. Continue reading →
Words Will Oakeshott. Photos Alex Kwong Photography.
If this event could be surmised in one phrase, the legend of Black Flag, part-time actor, writer, spoken word genius and prodigy of anything else which interests him, Henry Rollins captured this show’s essence with his quote: “Life is weird, great and dangerous”.
Adelaide quartet Dirty Pagans had the honour of opening the event and were hellbent on crafting a weird and wonderful statement about their art. In terms of the historical undulated road modern rock’n’roll has undergone for decades since its inception, this four-piece are on a mission to explore the majority of this genre’s pathway. Elements of southern rock, classical rock, thrash metal, hair metal, stoner rock and sludge rock were all combined to create a rather original sound. Featuring songs from their Dirty Pagans EP and recently released full-length VOLUME 1, Dirty Pagans left an imposing impression on the modest but very intrigued audience. It was slightly abnormal but on that same note, awe-inspiring also.
Maybe it’s just the pathway this writer has been fortunate enough to undertake but ’90s punk is an amazing facet I can include as part of my résumé and upbringing. There is an energy, life-force and rejuvenation which this art-form carries especially within this era of time. For those lucky enough to have experienced this period, they would hopefully also have an instant injection of adrenaline with such a prolific sound and lifestyle. Then again, since Australia has one of the most remarkable surf and skate cultures in the world, essentially this headline band’s touring schedule of our fine nation was more of an enjoyable necessity than an occupation, for all involved.
Local goth-punk trio Dead Joe were called upon to open this event and unfortunately the detriment of an early time-slot equated to only 15 observers being present for their performance. It’s of no surprise or mystery that Dead Joe really like The Misfits, excessively as a matter of fact; this adoration blatantly shines throughout the three-piece’s tracks. Showcasing songs from their LP Carry Me Home which is basically a collection of all songs the band have released in their history; the show was polite but not particularly inspiring (understandably due to low crowd numbers). The addition of Mikey Valentine as a new member is a nice touch though. Continue reading →
It would only seem suiting that the best way to introduce this review properly would be through the power of sharing a quotation from a prestigious personality whose relevance and prominence is criminally understated. Once known as the most famous actress in the world, Sarah Bernhardt once said: “Legend remains victorious in spite of history”; considering the status of the prominent woman headliner, this aforementioned quote could have been the title of her show.
Locals Babes Are Wolves had the prestigious honour of opening the event and were livid about the opportunity but their stage presence didn’t really reflect their enthusiasm. Their polite rock sat well with the small crowd, but emphasis has to be put on the idea of polite. Unfortunately the pot wasn’t stirred by this rather perfect execution of sound the quartet were able to display; truth be told The Gov is just a bit too much of a grand venue for the four-piece. A more intimate setting is the band’s forte, then again the audience and outfit had nothing but smiles on completion, but then again who could hate a recipe of The Cardigans meets a slight AC/DC influence? Continue reading →
The rarity of all ages shows nowadays added a necessary acknowledgement to this monumental event; particular compliments should be directed toward HQ complex for allowing the youth entry to witness their favourite acts. The matter of contention however with this graceful allowance was the outrageous starting time; for this writer alone upon entry I was only able to see the final song of Melbourne’s sextet Storm The Sky which was fortunately their most recently released single Only One. Arguably the band’s strongest song from their debut album Permanance, a slight departure from their melodic metalcore formula which actually revolves more around a heavier progressive alternative rock, it’s the emotional demeanor communicated by the track that is most captivating. Concluding with only clean vocalist Will Jarratt sprawled across the stage floor singing “Could You Really Lose Me, Cause I Could Really Use Me Now” in excellent rhythm with drummer Alex Trail, it was immensely compelling.
For the last day of Autumn, even the calling of the warm glow emitted from my home away from home, Fowler’s Live, had this scribe feeling somewhat at unease with what may transpire. A show of this nature on a Sunday night has an unfortunate tendency in Adelaide to be met with an undersized audience. It would seem however that Adelaide had no apprehension toward this event, an excellent attendance was in tow, which added further exhiliration to the already intoxicated atmosphere.
Ear plugs were a necessity for opening local act Last Days Of Kali, but in an outstanding nature. The trio who radiate a deafening wall of post-rock / post-metal / instrumental sound easily transfixed the early comers to the venue and lost themselves in their awe-inspiring talent. Barely muttering a word throughout their performance, more impressively barely needing to, their music did the talking at an excellently damaging nature. If indie doom is up your alley, this three-piece are arguably the best in the nation at it, especially with their intricate keyboard addition which arouses another dimension to their soundscape.