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Hey! We Don't Make The Yules! - Tripod - The Metro - 02/12/06

Rain on the city streets, people splish-splashing around and heading long into each other with their umbrellas down and for the charge. Partial shock and slight dismay at the fact that Utopia Records is no more. Or at least no longer in the underground location at the foot of the escalators into the George Street cinemas.

Back and forth from one side of George Street to the other and around the block of the lanes to kill the time between open doors. The flush rush inside The Metro waits on from the skinny doors and wide security holding up the flow. Line reaches back from the huddling outside the glass toward the other side into Pitt Street. And a fallen trolley in the break curves the line some.

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Strapping Young Lad - 31/10/2003

Forget the opening acts; not because they weren't good, but because they didn't really prepare anyone for the Devin Townsend onslaught.

I've never seen the Metro come alive like it did for this man. It was definitely the loudest show I've seen in years, with so much energy coming from such a strange looking fellow.

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The Slumber Of The Beast (Regurgitator, The Metro, 8/1/03)

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'.

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insanity in a darkened pit (Mayhem, Dungeon, Hellspawn & Abominator 18/9/2002)

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.

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