Live Review: Pierce Brothers, Timberwolf, Sean Pollard - Shebeen Bandroom

The Shebeen Bandroom feels all mellow as the charming Sean Pollard sings for eager beavers bagging prime viewing spots. Over at the merch table, a guy buying the new Pierce Brothers EP The Night Tree is overheard making the following request to an autograph-signing Pierce bro: “If you can draw a dick and balls on that, I'd be much obliged.”

Folky Adelaidean Timberwolf begins with an attention-grabbing cover of James Blake's Retrograde. In between his dreamy, atmospheric solo numbers, he spins some great yarns including that time he thought he did a shit-fart on the road trip to Melbourne. Gold.

The crowd gets all hot and pushy as Pierce Brothers begin the fourth date of a five-night sold out Shebeen stand. FYI, world: Pat's the one with dreads while Jack just rocks a messy ponytail – that's the best way to distinguish these good-looking twins tonight. Tracks Tallest Teepee In Town and Audacity blast intense, energetic, folky goodness all over the place to begin.

Guitars are thrashed so hard that strings are busted pretty much every song. The stomp box is thumped like a metronomic heartbeat giving life to the whole room. The guys take jubilant swigs of whisky and confess their love for writing miserable, self-loathing songs such as It's My Fault. Djembes, floor toms, Pat's guitar – Jack uses anything and everything for percussive effect. Once the whisky has gone to his head, Jack jumps on a speaker to beat on the overhead sprinkler pipes. The best totemic dance move of the evening debuts during Golden Times – Jack holds a harmonica up to Pat's mouth from one side while stretching a didgeridoo towards a mic from the other. It's weird, stunning and totally great.

Fuelled by further whisky shots, which are helpfully lined up backstage by Timberwolf, the boys burst back out for the encore. A touching, bromantic moment unfolds over an open E-tuned track when Jack throws his arms around Pat and takes over the guitar neck, leaving Pat free to strum and play harmonica. The drunken times go up a notch when Jack jumps from the stage and dances behind the bar, drumming the shit out of the top of the bar, drinks menu and tip jar.

Like a next-generation John Butler Trio, Pierce Brothers have nothing but greatness ahead. The guy who scored the dick and balls-autographed CD has got it made.