Live Review: Polish Club, Pat Chow, Regular Boys

5 December 2016 | 2:17 pm | Joseph Wilson

"It was a cardio sesh for Novak and John-Henry for sure."

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Regular Boys kicked off the night with some vivid, indie-rock jams. Bringing about some old school sounds reminiscent of Midnight Oil and Kitchen People, their music pleasantly undulated as their set wore on. To sum up their performance in three words: sensible, suburban rock. 

The passive-aggressive humour coming from lead singer Ben Protasiewicz of Pat Chow seeped right through the crowd. Giving off that grungy image of not giving a shit, or that of a shallow nihilist, the band's attitude matched their music and they definitely practiced what they preached. At times you could feel the slow angst of a '90s rock band while at other times the band would delve into punkier tracks, making Pat Chow feel like a musical chameleon. The band displayed an understanding of musical dynamics. With a small crowd forming at the front of the stage, Pat Chow successfully warmed us up. 

If you could supplant a band from the earliest days of rock'n'roll, throw them in a time machine and give them the latest instruments and equipment, then you would no doubt have Polish Club. A band that possessed an insane amount of energy on stage, it was a cardio sesh for Novak and John-Henry for sure.

Playing insane tracks like latest single Beat Up and older tracks like Beeping, the band's humour and charisma really shone. Polish Club performed the first verse of Mariah Carey's All I Want For Christmas Is You followed by a cover of Ginuwine's Pony and theirs was a set laden with tenacity and wit. 

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The latter half of their set generated a massive moshpit, with members of the crowd clambering towards the boundary to get a glimpse - or potentially touch - Novak, who concluded by playing guitar while lying down on stage. Hugging and kissing one lucky member of the crowd, the duo finished off their set in a celebratory fashion, throwing picks and drumsticks at an energised, grateful audience.