It is always an adventure seeing anything at The Brisbane Hotel. Hell, just going there for a beer is an experience. Everyone should try it at least once. It won't be most people's rum and coke but it will sure expand your horizons. It was great trepidation and some enthusiasm that His Grumpiness and I ventured the to see a right royal punkfest. Who knew that in my quest to become a 'Patron of the Arts' that I will become a regular at punk gig's at the Brissie with its sticky carpet and dingy atmosphere.
The first band were a little amateurish but this sort of worked in this venue. I felt as though I may have been in a out of the way club in London in the 70's, with Thatcherism just around the corner, experiencing the first in a new wave of music . Maybe if I waited long enough The Clash will make an appearance closely followed by Joy Division.
The next band featured was Nowyouref*cked. Led by Sammy Samora of contortionist fame from The Pointy End of Something Different, these guys were a death metal band. I really dislike death metal but these guys were fun, albeit pretty ordinary musically, and it was certainly different to what I usually listen to.
Next was Cashman. This was the band that we actually came to see. A bunch of local lads with His Grumpiness's nephew featuring on bass guitar. They were pretty good especially when their music tended more punk than metal. I particularly liked their new original tune that had a real punk groove to it.
Next up were Night Birds from USA. They were really good. The singer had real charisma. It was not really my type of music but you can't be a 'Patron of the Arts' without extending your boundaries. I can't say that I really fit into this crowd. Many of the other patrons sported dreadlocks and unusual piercings of parts of the body that do not usually have holes. I can't say at I regularly wear my jeans below my buttcheeks but that seemed to be quite popular also. How do they keep them up? The punk metal crowd is not particularly accepting of people who they perceive to be not like them. Anyone without jackboots is seen as part of the establishment and should stay in their little cottages. However, possibly the most confusing event of the night was the appearance of foam bean bag balls on the floor of the toilet. I still don't understand what that was about.
The final act of the night was Sydney band Clowns. Heavy/death metal is not really my thing so based on the previous acts I wasn't expecting much. I held out great hopes when The Clash's 'London Calling' was played on the PA system only to be confused by the subsequent playing of Cher's 'Do you Believe in Love' whilst the band was being introduced.
The had a great first song that was more punk than metal but unfortunately it went downhill from there. I had had enough of the heavy punk scene for one night so His Grumpiness snuck off home before finishing time.
But just when I thought that the night couldn't get any more confusing, on the way out I saw a girl in the foyer licking a huge all day sucker. I don't think that I had any drugs other than alcohol but now I'm not sure. Punk rock you do my head in!
The first band were a little amateurish but this sort of worked in this venue. I felt as though I may have been in a out of the way club in London in the 70's, with Thatcherism just around the corner, experiencing the first in a new wave of music . Maybe if I waited long enough The Clash will make an appearance closely followed by Joy Division.
The next band featured was Nowyouref*cked. Led by Sammy Samora of contortionist fame from The Pointy End of Something Different, these guys were a death metal band. I really dislike death metal but these guys were fun, albeit pretty ordinary musically, and it was certainly different to what I usually listen to.
Next was Cashman. This was the band that we actually came to see. A bunch of local lads with His Grumpiness's nephew featuring on bass guitar. They were pretty good especially when their music tended more punk than metal. I particularly liked their new original tune that had a real punk groove to it.
Next up were Night Birds from USA. They were really good. The singer had real charisma. It was not really my type of music but you can't be a 'Patron of the Arts' without extending your boundaries. I can't say that I really fit into this crowd. Many of the other patrons sported dreadlocks and unusual piercings of parts of the body that do not usually have holes. I can't say at I regularly wear my jeans below my buttcheeks but that seemed to be quite popular also. How do they keep them up? The punk metal crowd is not particularly accepting of people who they perceive to be not like them. Anyone without jackboots is seen as part of the establishment and should stay in their little cottages. However, possibly the most confusing event of the night was the appearance of foam bean bag balls on the floor of the toilet. I still don't understand what that was about.
The final act of the night was Sydney band Clowns. Heavy/death metal is not really my thing so based on the previous acts I wasn't expecting much. I held out great hopes when The Clash's 'London Calling' was played on the PA system only to be confused by the subsequent playing of Cher's 'Do you Believe in Love' whilst the band was being introduced.
The had a great first song that was more punk than metal but unfortunately it went downhill from there. I had had enough of the heavy punk scene for one night so His Grumpiness snuck off home before finishing time.
But just when I thought that the night couldn't get any more confusing, on the way out I saw a girl in the foyer licking a huge all day sucker. I don't think that I had any drugs other than alcohol but now I'm not sure. Punk rock you do my head in!
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