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Must say, I’ve never been to a gig where you bring your own chair. More of a Carols in the Domain type of scenario, but today it was the flavour of the day. And I must say it’s nice not being the oldest punter in the house.
Arrived midway through Moving Pictures ho hum MOR kinda thing. Not my cuppa but they seemed to arouse the early crew.
The obligatory What About Me and Bustin Loose have the old schoolers lovin’ it.
Billy Thorpe’s Most People I Know...gets an impressive makeover but the rest is all a bit vanilla for these ears.
Rain on. Rain off. And that’s how it goes most of the day.
One hit wonders Chocolate Starfish are on fire, dragging the 90s into the new millennium.
Gave them no credence in the past, but man did they turn my head around today.
Energy, passion and just one hell of a fucking great time. Charismatic front guy Adam Thompson is in his element, making it
hard not to get caught up in their frenzied way.
Four Non Blonde’s What’s Up gets an extended makeover as it all turns into a crowd singalong party in the rain.
And no Starfish set would be complete without Your So Vain’s barbed rendition. Loved every minute.
Jon Stevens kicks it off with Reach Out for all the yummy mummies salivating up front.
He’s an entertainer plus, and whether you enjoy his music or not, he pulls it off pretty damn well. Stage ownership. Tick!
No Lies keeps the masses happy.
Stevens once fronted INXS, so it stands to reason we get a triple shot of What You Need, Kick and Dont Change. And of course the crowd goes nuts.
Greatest hits medleys are the thing of the day and JS doesn’t stray too far from the formula.
Screaming Jets.... Newcastle’s finest noisemakers. Volume goes up a dozen notches and Dave Gleeson is in his element. Punch in the head rock n roll plus.
He’s cocky and crude and that’s his MO. Some Trump small talk stuff and Eve of Destruction is sounding crankingly good after so many mid strength beers.
Better’s a no brainer and as the piss begins to sink into all the once a year punters, it gets mighty entertaining out on the field.
Baby Animals’ second single Rush You sets the pace, before Suze D dons the guitar for One Word’s catchy seduction.
Having achieved true rock chick status over the years, today she doesn’t disappoint.
Early Warning’s jagged riffs take it all home beautifully.
Excited to catch The Angels. It’s been a long time between drinks and this is my first encounter post-Doc, with Dave Gleeson up front.
And I have to say right off, he carries the flag graciously, with all respect duly given.
After the rain..I ain’t the One...No secrets... it’s an Angels smorgasbord of all the classics.
Same as, but different. The Brewster brothers are right where they need to be and still pump it out as tight and nonchalantly as ever.
It’s rock o clock says DG...And Am I ever Gonna See Your Face... ensures that crowd catch cry participation is compulsory.
Marseille is still a fuel injected classic...Shadow boxer...Take a Long Line...all killer. Nouveau Angels still rock...and squeeze the shit out of every note until it lays bloodied and lifeless on the floor. Awesome.
Suzi Quatro smashes straight into it with The Wild One.
Loving the limelight, she still packs a punch for someone a hair’s sniff away from 70.
Tired of Waiting is more pop than rock...and clean as on this occasion.
“Thank you...hello everybody...”as Dario from Baby Animals jumps in to play bass so Suzi Q can croon an awesome version of Stumblin’ In with none other than Mr Dave Gleeson himself... and he with a massive smile from ear to ear, is obviously loving every minute of it.
No soul No Control is the title of the new SQ album and tonight’s delivery of the title track is a rock heavy jolt with plenty of ‘tude.
At 69, she’s still got the true rock credence.
She’s in Love With You’s softer seduction is equally at home with tonight’s rock pellets.
Hard to believe she’s been doing it for 55 years, but the proof is in the rock pudding as tonight’s set shows.
Neil Young’s Keep On Rockin in the Free World gets an epic double denim work over.
Obligatory band intro (all Oz on this occasion) some band solos al a chunk a chunk...and the NY song goes on.
SQ jumps on the drums and it’s back to 1973, as Can the Can gets the leftover crowd going nuts.
Devil Gate Drive keeps the retro rock flowing. Acoustic guitar sending it down a more country road on this occasion.
If You Cant Give Me Love takes us back to 1978...mellow mellow.
Honky tonk keys rock it out again with Sweet lidl Rock N Roller. And that ladies and germs is that.
She can still smash the bass, work the crowd and continues to dish out old school rock n roll that you’d be proud to introduce your Grandies to.
Mark Fraser- redbackrock.com
Angels live at Red Hot Summer Tour 2019. Pic- Mark Fraser
Chocolate starfish. Pic- Mark Fraser
It must have been around 1995 when I last saw The Jesus & Mary Chain. Beers were cheaper, the venue was trashier. And the mood was a little bleaker. Tonight, it’s the lavish throes of the Sydney Opera House, beers are ten bucks a can and there’s no support act.
I score the obligatory tour tee and sit by the bar as a mix of old farts, shoe gazers and new gen Doc Martin aficionados wearing striped Tshirts and donning fuzzed hair stroll happily on by.
The concert hall has a heavy smoky hue and when the brothers Reid et al arrive on stage, you can cut the anticipation with a jagged knife
The psyched dirge of Amputation opens up, ahead of the beautiful sweet ragged edges of April Skies.
But it’s the sheer killer infection and instant awesomeness of Head On that has the entire hall on its feet as it explodes into the night and blows it out of the water. Jim Reid doesn’t stray too far from the mic and his bowing motions and mic lead fidgeting are as much as we’re gonna get out of him.
But its that nonchalant, somewhat sultry persona that seems to have a few cracks in it tonight and JR seems to be actually enjoying himself…motioning towards brother Willliam, as that trademark, dirged fuzzed guitar drives the JAMC sound through the blue haze and into the chasms of that multi-tiered operatic room.
Some of the best infectious, dark and moody soundscapes through to trashy dirge pop nuggets are on offer tonight.
Far Gone and Out’s schizoid wafts... and a hey hey hey ...Between Planet’s pure popped three and a half minutes.
The wall of guitar sound that is Snakedriver...fuzzed to the nth. Infection. Infection. Infection.
Fuzz factor and volume take a notch up as it bloodies the brain and shows no mercy. Booming bottom end. Guitars driving the dirge. Some Candy Talking…beautifully seductive in all its sparseness. The menacing explosions of Halfway To Crazy.
“Who remembers Darklands?” cries Jim. “We probably don’t, but we’re gonna give it a try anyway.” And it’s that slower beautiful seduction once again…I wanna go… do do doot doot do…
“This is our last song but it doesnt have to be.” And Reverence opens the vault to the darkness…”I wanna die just like Jesus Christ”...a much darker prey... “I wanna die I wanna die ...”
And off they walk, leaving a frenzied sea of feedback ...before the she vox harmonies of Just like Honey’s ray of squelched sunshine sets it all on fire once again. Magic!
Cracking Up is distorto plus. Throw in the frenzy of In a Hole and the slower War and Peace and it’s the louder than loud fuzzed out awe of I Hate Rock n Roll that winds it all up.
Epic. Noisy. Brilliant. Just the way we like it!
Reggae is the flavour of tonight and a thousand odd Maori UB40 tragics peppering the crowd, can’t be wrong.
It’s a great outdoor stage setup...with bar queues from here to Rotorua at times…but the AC and the front-on stands are a very civilised means for enjoying a gig....
Set over three stages within the sleepy hidden, bush-draped venue that is Hardy’s Bay Club, today’s festival is a showcase for young local artists.
Harry Klijn kicks off with a raggedy rendition of Land Down Under...Gotye’s Somebody That I Used to Know hits home with its slow lazy amble…and I kinda like that strained vox thing and the simple guitar... Miniq are two girls (Bell & Dom) and a guitar...
Opening with a showing of the retro surf flick Mad Wax, the GANGgajang surf hype has pulled a fair crowd to the old Narra RSL tonight.
And amidst the neighbours trying to shut the place down over noise restrictions, it’s a pretty good sign of the support for local live music.
With a touch of Beatles theatrics...Cal and his crew launch straight into their current single Surfing Round the World…
In what’s been a year of retro English artist gigs, Wreckless Eric fits the mould perfectly.
As a big fan from the late 70s early 80s, it was a no brainer when it was announced he was playing the Coast. I even gave up a night in the city with Irish pop-punksters Ash, deciding to keep it local on this occasion...
Narrabeen’s Rust aint no Sunday Morning, they’re more like your 11 pm Friday night. ..drunk, disorderly and dishing it out at a rate of gnarly knots, as they open tonight’s gig to a pretty much packed house..
Melodic mayhem is their foray from the very outset and if its honest Aussie punk rock you’re looking for, then you’ve come to the right place...