Live Review: Suicidal Tendencies, Unwritten Law & The Dudesons

17 December 2012 | 2:14 pm | Ava Nirui

Regardless of ST’s line-up changes, the four-piece were as authentic and vibrant as ever, with fervent drumming and venomous vocals resuscitating the classic punk scene for the evening.

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Offering a very creative mix of aggressive stunt entertainment, '90s pop punk vibes and pure vitriolic skate-thrash, Friday's Suicidal Tendencies show offered something for every punter. Swedish circus lads The Dudesons – popularised on MTV – disgusted, confused and engaged the crowd with their cringeworthy stunts. Throwing darts into a hand-drawn target drawn on a man's stomach, the Swede lads buzzed around injuring one another and subsequently generating a very visceral reaction from the stunned audience. At one point, female audience members were invited onto the stage to have their bare bottoms stapled, the crowd “owwwing” in unison as blood poured from their tender behinds.

Following this inane debauchery, '90s pop punk legends Unwritten Law hit the stage, performing a mixture of recent joints and classic gems from their back catalogue. Opening with Rescue Me, the boys offered an energetic presence, encouraging the engaged audience to follow through. Their inspiring live dynamic was maintained throughout their entire set, proving that they are still relevant in the ever-changing pop punk network and reminding us that Unwritten Law shaped the present scene. With a very powerful performance of Seein' Red, the crowd bounced around mouthing every single word with utter conviction. With a high standard set for Suicidal Tendencies, the thrash pioneers did not disappoint in the slightest. Mike Muir's intense dance moves during Can't Bring Me Down were amusing but also demonstrated a revival of a prominent '80s thrash scene which still carries avid supporters. With the circle pit in full force, the crowd yelled, “All I wanted was a Pepsi” as the band beat about the stage, with the same vigour you'd imagine ST would have possessed three decades ago.

Reciting a stimulating rant about skating, a lifestyle directly entwined into ST's aesthetic, Mike Muir repetitively yelled, “If ya fall down, get ya ass up!” before thrashing to Possessed To Skate. Regardless of ST's line-up changes, the four-piece were as authentic and vibrant as ever, with fervent drumming and venomous vocals resuscitating the classic punk scene for the evening.