Live Review: Violent Soho, The Bronx, Luca Brasi, Tired Lion

Tired Lion have had a massive year in 2016, and having an enthusiastic rush from the crowd when they fire up their set seems entirely deserving to say the least. Despite playing the majority of their set without lighting and pushed to the front of the stages absolute limit, they were teeming with energy and sharp riffs with Suck and I Don't Think You Like Me hitting just the right level of angst and fun to open up the dancefloor.

Tasmanian exports Luca Brasi seem notably taken back by their following on the Western shores and have stepped their live game up to match. Taking to the stage with reckless abandon and complete appreciation for the crowd, the four lads manage to cram in almost a dozen tracks to their short set with the electric closers of Anything Near Conviction and Count Me Out.

When it comes to seeing bands making people go batshit crazy at a gig, The Bronx are in a league of their own. From the moment Heart Attack American dropped, vocalist Matt Caughthran had the swarming mess of beer-soaked bodies owned. From inviting up a sea of crowd-surfers for beers in Shitty Future, to repaying a young shirtless lass in White Guilt and diving into the punters to open up a mass dustbowl circle pit for They Will Kill Us All (Without Mercy). It was wild, it was aggressive, it was punk rock and it was The Fucking Bronx at their finest.

Despite three previous bands each killing it in their sets, a scorching Perth temperature and a bar that had to be nearly run dry, the anticipation continued to rise to a fever pitch for Mansfield's own Violent Soho. They finally crack into the opening Dope Calypso - every second is driven by the slumped screams of Boerdam and the windmilling fervour Luke Henery and the track is taken to practically as an anthem by the fans on the floor. Moving quickly through their set (other than the occasional beer break), the energy is relentless amongst the crowd and band alike. Everyone is being treated to Jesus Stole My Girlfriend, Fur Eyes, the extending jam of OK Cathedral and obvious favourite Love Is A Heavy Word. With waves of people piled up the Auditorium steps, outstretched to smash out the 'Hell Fuck Yeah' of Covered In Chrome, the four sweaty lads from Brisbane's north play out under the Skull banner on an arena-sized stage. Crammed with massive lighting rigs and confetti cannons, you can't help but feel that Violent Soho have officially notched up their place in Australian music history now.