Reviews

Musically they’re still treading the line between Carl Perkins and T Rex at Celtic Park, and it’s sweaty, sexy fun for all.

Though the five-piece, ably led by fold-back straddling frontman Richie Harvey, who possesses a frightenly deadpan stare, keep up a largely high-energy performance throughout.

These kind of non-English events are so rare, and it was wonderful to have a snapshot of a musical culture so far removed from Sydney’s own.

The crowd stayed loud and vocal through to the end, and Luca Brasi finished up their heart-on-their-sleeve punk rock set with a plethora of shout-outs to bands and friends, showcasing the intimate and personal vibe that holds the punk scene together.

The Monster Magnet experience sure does still deliver the thrills of old, but it becomes all the more inspiring when not all the trips taken are looking backwards.

The circus is well and truly in town. Catch these terrifically deranged ringleaders while you can.

There were teapots galore and sweat dripping from the ceiling as the crowd boogied into the night to the sounds of Sanguine.

s long as there are venues like Blackwire Records and bands like TDWW, live music in Sydney won’t be seeing its demise anytime soon, contrary to the belief of a certain Police Minister.

Aussie punk is alive and well, and Luca Brasi can attest to that.