Deterioration of the ear drums are just one of the many benefits of seeing a live act in the flesh. Groping and drunkenness are just some of the factors which may ward you off such a feat in human endurance and mislocated pain. Squeezing a watermelon through an aperture of a lemon would kill most humans if the lemon itself was not as supple as it needed to be in order to stretch to allow for such a magnificent feat. Pity the pain and the struggle of missing out on a set given by the rockers of choice. Make it yours.
Belvedere Jehosophat - Sunday, May 11, 2003
I told Compadre to drive to my house thinking that the concert was going to end very late and that, if he drove, he'd get screwed over by the trains. I knew that it started at 7:30pm and there would be at least 4 acts. This meant that DJ Krush would be getting on stage at about 11pm.
However, as Compadre knocked on the door, I, glancing at the ticket, noticed that it was due to start at 9:30pm. We decided to head into the city just in case there was a typo on the ticket – there wasn’t.
The lineup stood thus:
Read the rest of 85 Loop {DJ Krush - Metro Theatre - 10/05/03} review
Jimmy Weasel - Thursday, May 8, 2003
The night started out reeking of adventures, as none of us were too sure how to even get to the Annandale from the meeting point. "I think this is the point where I lamented not turning at that last turn, only to work out that I was on the right route" the driver had uttered. And much later in the night, we'd be lamenting our decision to question and harass a guy stealing plants from a garden in a residential neighbourhood. "That's my business" the man had said, partly to us and partly to the ground. And he picked up his unnamed digging tool and hid behind a large Bird of Paradise until the danger had rolled away. Irrelevant! Arrival was made with 20 minutes to spare before the first band.
The Wax was fairly well represented; but Alex couldn't deal with the poor nature of the opening act and disappeared into the night after 13 minutes.
Read the rest of BumbleBeez, SPOD and Some Other Guys Annandale Hotel, 7/5/03 review
Alex Yamakazi - Monday, April 28, 2003
Time for a confession. I am deeply uncool. Because I value my pc above all other worldly possessions? Because I have developed a penchant for the color green? No.. well yes but the most uncool thing about me at the moment is my massive, juvenile crush on Chris Cornell. My love affair with Chris has spanned over 10 years. I have followed him through his early days of rampant long haired animal shirtlessness, the haircut, the solo album (ok u got me there I didn't actually BUY the solo album...but I did download all the Chris pics from the website) and now to his new band Audioslave.
One of the great regrets of my life was never having seen Soundgarden live. The painful strictures imposed by my parents prevented a nubile 17 year old Yamakazi from attending that fateful BDO... so when I heard that Audioslave were going to tour it was essential I acquire tickets and attend to worship my idol.
Belvedere Jehosophat - Tuesday, January 28, 2003
The 2003 Big Day Out was never going to be a total write off. This is because I received the ticket for free due to some clever finagling from Ethan and the fact that I'm now all smacked up on heroin.
Despite this the day got off to a bad start when I got a call from my friends saying that they had missed the train.
In hindsight, it was probably for the best because for some reason my friends (Arturo, Clare Bear, Livania, Ethan) had decided to go to the Big Day Out ridiculously early.
Ethan Switch - Saturday, January 18, 2003
Live music really isn't my scene. I'm more at home at home listening to the vocal talents of bands and artists after they've been churned through the production studio to achieve a near blinding gloss. This is perhaps why I feel like the need for earplugs when I'm outside in a venue that has managed to lure the human flies into a dull-lit den of eye-watering cigarette smoke and heartskipping bass rhythms. The times when I have been subject to the full force of the speakers has most often been in during the burning light of day.
The second Friday night of 2003 saw a change to that streak and tradition. On the bill at the Annandale Hotel were Peabody with the Reservations and the City Lights.
Read the rest of Music to Bomb Blastings With (Peabody et al. - Annandale Hotel - 17/01/03) review
Belvedere Jehosophat - Saturday, January 11, 2003
I'd seen Regurgitator a few years ago. I think it was after they released their 'Unit' album back in 1997. Well, it's 6 years and two albums later and Regurgitator rocked the casbah once again. I only vaguely remember that night 6 years ago. This is due to both the lapse in time and 750mls of vodka that I and 5 others sucked out of a bottle. We looked like absolute derelicts, but we didn't care.
I remember standing on the side of the road drinking out of this bottle, and I'm talking large sups, when a car drove by but couldn't get past because one of the guys we were with was in the way. The lady hit the horn and this dude, who I'd just met that day, merely stuck his finger (the naughty finger) up at her. It was the coolest thing I had ever seen. I don't know why.
I also remember convincing some drunk guy at the gig that my friends and I shared the names of the guys from Rage Against The Machine. I also remember a conversation that revolved around 'wangs'.
Read the rest of The Slumber Of The Beast (Regurgitator, The Metro, 8/1/03) review
Belvedere Jehosophat - Thursday, December 19, 2002
If I'm at a concert, there is a good chance that Jimmy Weasel (of Wax fame) and Compadre (of no fame) will also be in attendance.
Usually when gigs finish, we (mostly Compadre and I) dissect every aspect of both the gig and what it meant to us. However, after DJ Shadow there was no such dissection.
Read the rest of Mutual Slump {DJ Shadow - Hordern Pavilion - 07/12/02} review
Jimmy Weasel - Tuesday, December 3, 2002
Saturday's gig was the second time I'd seen "The Mabobs" and as far as I can recall, they played every bit as good as the first time.
It was about a month ago at a "rocking for Reachout" benefit gig, the proceeds of which went straight to a youth suicide prevention fund. I really should have written something about that gig, but I seem to have trouble remembering the names of the bands, the order they played and much more that had just slipped my mind. Not due to any real drunkenness; I'm naturally a forgetful person.
Read the rest of The Mabobs (plus others) @ Bizzos 30/11/02 review
Ethan Switch - Sunday, October 13, 2002
Situated between a highway and train tracks the campus at UWS Campbelltown provides a perfect location for bands to test the power of their speakers with little in the way of angry residents or workers. With such prime location to transport it also experiences the regular mass exodus on any and every hour by the students. As such any band that dare take to the stage of the bar - which just happens to be atop a hill and at least a kilometre from every other building on campus - must be able to rock to the energy of the dozen strong crowd of faithful students who know that there is more to campus life than the cadavers in the morgue.
The bill listed 1000 Slimey Things and Peabody. Due to some discrepancies with the concept of time and the meridian, 1000 Slimey Things did not eventuate and were replaced on short notice by a new underground band known as The Fangs.
Read the rest of Of Absent Slime and Furious Vengeance (Peabody & The Fangs - 09/10/02) review
Jimmy Weasel - Monday, October 7, 2002
The Annandale Hotel is an ideal venue. Not too small, not too big, well ventilated and easily evacuated, This House of Music was a good venue for the album launch of Waikiki. A four-piece rock band that I've seen three times. I'd never seen openers Good Shirts before. And probably never will again.
Indie rock + keyboard just isn't my cup of tea. The Beautiful Girls were much more impressive. It's always good to see an opening act with an ounce of talent. Something that you actually enjoy and consider watching again; even without the current headliners. I think they played for about 45 minutes. Long enough to get a good impression of what they're all about.
Read the rest of Annandale + Waikiki = ?...Waikiki & Good Shirts & the Beautiful Girls review
Jimmy Weasel - Saturday, September 21, 2002
Insanity. Or as the Oxford Pocket Dictionary tells me "not of sound mind" is possibly the best way to describe the mosh-pit in a black metal concert. The beat is way to fast to be able to jump to, and constant rhythm changes leave most unable to jump at all. This leaves room only for vast (and I do mean vast) amount of hair-flicking and head banging. But this really only happens to those nuts enough to be at the front barrier.
The next section of the pit, lets call it the "frenzied" section are those that actually make an attempt at jumping. Everything is fine for the first few seconds of a song, but then a rhythm change jumps in and they left to their own devices. This normally means surging in any direction as a group or shoving the person next to them and forming an impromptu square-dance of violence and savagery. But these people aren't a majority and so a firm shove in the back will normally get the message across, and they surge/jump in another direction.
Jimmy Weasel - Thursday, September 12, 2002
It's no coincidence that I needed to get out of the house on the first anniversary of the Great Tragedy. Mainstream Media have been whoring out the memories of the dead for the past year and tonight is their big night. So to escape the viewing horrors that I’d seen a year previous, the best solution would be to celebrate local music and it’s musicians in the heart of our foul city.
Club77 is an underground venue. Both in terms of geographical location and the nature of the bands they show. Alternative. Unpopular. Yet tonight a larger crowd than I had expected had gathered to see Noogie. I was there to see Bluedawn. Each time I've seen them they've played better and tonight was no exception. Except the amount of "better" seems to be growing exponentially. I'd left the house early knowing they were on at 8 and also knowing that I'd get lost driving into the heart of the city. Last time, I'd parked a few blocks south of the Kings Cross Main Strip, which meant there were a few hookers nearby when I'd left my vehicle. I'd hoped they were still there when I needed to find the car again, as I'd not bothered to look at any of the other surroundings.
Read the rest of Club 77: Do you remember where you were? review
Jimmy Weasel - Monday, April 22, 2002
Merge + Mick Greening @ the Brass Monkey, Cronulla (13/4/02) I'm never sure about whether or not to label a gig "Good" or "OK" or "Bad" or whatever. Normally there are more factors involved than purely the band in rating a gig. For example: the Brass Monkey.
Imagine sitting in a shoebox, packed with leering and drunk "Shire-folk," waiting 2 hours for pizza, and then getting shafted by a licensed bandit calling himself a bartender. It's combinations of things as these that fill the evening with instant regret and a sense of foreboding.
Read the rest of Fear Not The Monkey (Live Reviews from the Brass Monkey and the Enmore) review
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