Will Wagner gig

Thursday night. Traditionally, not the most rockin’ day of the week. But hungry as my ears were for a bludgeoning, I decided to check out some local talent at the Birmingham Hotel (which, rumor has it, is no longer owned by Nazi sympathists)

Having charged in from the melbourne cold, it was mere seconds before I spilt my thimble full of courage all over a girl I managed to crack heads with while rounding a corner. Smooth. Thank god The Parking Lot Experiments kicked in to clean up my psychological mess.

They were doing the whole, triumphant~ jangly guitar buildup/experimental electronica thing while actually enjoying themselves. It was as if The Beatles had told Mogwai a really awesome joke, and now they’re giggling around on stage like well adjusted (and rockin’) children. Finally, post rock is starting to lighten the fuck up.

Piccas~

Wolfman Jack, quickly changed the tone, pillaging my eardrums with some refreshingly manic Punk. Angry kids. Somehow, through the shitstorm of rabid screaming, they managed to play a pretty tight set. Respect.

Next up were Kimbo Slice (who I promise not to describe with any descriptors involving ‘punch’). They rock the post-punk vein pretty hard, but they really ruined my composure with their perverted, offbeat breakdowns & scalpel sharp staccato riffin. Catch them at the Arthouse September 5^th to see what I mean.

Finally, Will Wagner, the headline act, opened with an old song he forgot the lyrics of, before TOTALLY CHEWING MY MIND OFF. Moving and insightful political commentary to mania tinged artrock? What dimension had I slipped into? Clearly not one where I could be bothered taking photographs, I was too busy flailing my little heart out. Here are a couple of snaps I managed to pull off before succumbing to the waves of distorted sex.

What the shit~ Every band that night had been awesome. I wandered home with a sweaty camera- spent, and confused.