Bradley Armstrong, Journalist

"My parents used to come to the shows when I was a bit younger, then the outfits started getting stranger and more horrendous things started coming from my mouth and then they were happy to watch from the sideline."

So Happy-fest wraps up for another year, and while wearing new clothes and thicker glasses compared to last year’s drunken pineapple spree, it’s still been an artistic success showcasing the level of talent involved within both the local and interstate underground scenes.

Perhaps that’s just the power of this great band, and as the lights come on it’s not surprising at all to find the room full of smiling faces.

This comparison aside, it’s the highlight of the night and really encapsulates the evening well as the group departs the stage, leaving behind them a satisfied audience who have no regrets about the ticket price.

It’s no doubt a highlight record for the year thus far and will see the band go onto greater things.

The driving rhythm of I Wish That I Were Stone proves another clear highlight with Harvey’s melancholic lyrics oddly shining through.

“Oh man, my dad was feeding me Blue Tears and Black Sabbath at a pretty young age."