Glenn Waller, Journalist

Lead vocalist Damien Sutton apologises for being so drunk (not that anybody cares) and thanks everyone for coming, bringing to an end another typically sweaty, boisterous Bon Scotts gig.

"Tear the scab off a beer can and try not to bob your skull to this one."

"Gallagher has some mighty boots to fill, and ultimately time will tell whether or not he’s the right fit."

Grittier and sounding more like their first few albums in terms of sloppy production value, the intentions may have been noble in an up-yours punk ethos kind of way, but unfortunately the riffs are instantly forgettable.

The band’s encore includes Dark Passenger and War, two ball-tearers performed with precision that leaves the dripping audience confirmed Twelve Foot Ninja fans who are smugly satisfied with their Saturday night.

This album doesn’t mess about, and like a disgraceful drunken meal at 4am, once it’s over leaves you wanting more.

Strange Passengers sees Charlie Horse honing their songwriting chops and blossoming into a fine act.