Live Review: Full Scale, Terracotta Pigeons, Bad Moon Born

It is a relatively low-key evening of live music this night. However, all three acts still play like they're playing to a packed-out enormodome rather than The Workers Club on a Sunday evening.

Openers Bad Moon Born play ballsy, glam rock'n'roll with roots in the blues and the late '80s, but with just a touch of '90s grunge and alternative to lend their sound some darkness. Frontman Frank Lakoudis combines Steven Tyler and Chris Robinson-style swagger with a voice that uncannily channels Chris Cornell. Just as one is asking oneself, 'Is it my imagination, or does he sound a lot like Cornell?' the band launch into Jesus Christ Pose and dispel any doubt, pulling the rather difficult song off with absolute aplomb musically, vocally and attitudinally. The riffs are supercharged blues, the grooves are wall-to-wall four on the floor and fat as all hell, and this Sydney band provide us with a rocking, rolling, rollicking opening set.

Terracotta Pigeons are a Melbourne three-piece comprising guitar, bass and a drummer who sings all lead vocals. The band's music, and live set, is slammy, stompy, quirky and shitloads of fun. In addition, their sound has a real sense of swing to it that sets them apart in the alt-rock scene. Their songs are sometimes flat-knacker, sometimes slower and sludgier, and sometimes somewhere in between, but they always have that bounce. All three band members appear to be having a ball and so the crowd does.

Full Scale are back in no uncertain terms and their headline set this night is loud, brash and raw, typically politically charged and with the distinctive voice - and explosive presence - of Ezekiel Ox out front. Ox is in the crowd by the second song. In fact, Ox spends significantly more time on the floor than on the stage, the crowd parting to form an imaginary catwalk for him to strut his stuff on. His voice is also in fine fettle and his between-song banter - whether he is sticking it up the world's governments for their warmongering or treatment of refugees or telling amusing stories about the band's early days - is on-point.

Their set is an hour and 15 minutes of Full Scale favourites plus a bunch of brand new tunes that prove, without a shadow of a doubt, that age hath not wearied them nor blunted their anger. The moodier Eggshells is a standout, although everything goes down a treat.