Dani DeVille, Journalist

A note to anyone in the security business: At a Tenacious D gig, there is no such thing as “crowd control”.

This is what I love the most about The Brothers Grim’s gigs. They are predictably unpredictable.

Touring their new album, Cry YOURSELF A River, these lewd dudes traverse a wide range of musical styles from hip hop to death metal (albeit briefly) to cover an even wider range of topics.

"You should make a point of seeing this spectacle soon before Foot’s head explodes from the pressure exerted by the plethora of disjointed ideas which spew from within."

It won’t change your life, but if you want some cool tunes playing at your next barbeque, leavers booze up or cocaine party this may just be the thing.

It was a performance so tight you could sew pockets in it and have it pose as a pair of Russell Brand’s pants.

Julia Stone put on one hell of a performance, the heavenly tone of her voice being complimented to perfection by the cavernous space of the church.

With the sickly scent of curdling milk thick in the air, the Fireballs hit the stage in a furious flurry of half-naked, spitting, shouting, drinking, sweating man-flesh.

“If someone in Baghdad wants to download Fireballs and likes it, I think that’s great!"

This is a good first album for these guys, despite some minor imperfections, and worth checking out for my hairy codpiece-wearing brethren.

"This album is an exercise in divine simplicity, both in its content and in its presentation."