LIVE: Shutup Shutup Shutup, The Sinking Teeth, The Great Awake @ The Hideaway Bar, Sydney, 24th Nov

Well, *that* was just what I needed.

The Great Awake

I’m not one to complain (lie), but it’s been a real grind-it-out kind of week. I arrive tonight knackered, fed up, and basically cross at everyone. Turns out I ended up in just the right place to cheer me right up.

The Great Awake play a shut-the-front-door set of high speed racket, overflowing with tune, and lifting the spirit back up into the stratosphere. This is a band that understands Husker Du or Leatherface, and it’s as shouty as it is melodious, as roaring as it is friendly, and as bloody glorious as I needed. Genuinely, I could have stuck this set on repeat and listened along until the adrenaline wore off and I fell asleep at this excellent bar; happy as a clam and with one fist raised unconsciously to the sky. Oh hell yeah.

The Sinking Teeth

For anyone following along The Sinking Teeth, are yet another of those bands whose songs I’ve been digging for ages but who I’ve missed seeing. Another box ticked, and again, another episode where I’m kicking myself I’d not seen them sooner.

This is just about the perfect set, the three-piece in all its glorious action. One guitar that fills up the room and raises the hackles, one bass that rumbles its way into the stomach, and a rattling drum that grabs you by the face tenderly and then head-butts you. Then there’s the alternating screaming vocal and pitch-perfect harmonies, with totally daft inter-song banter for good measure.

Every song is one to swoon, fall over, or punch someone to, and that’s no mean feat. Every note a winner.

Shutup Shutup Shutup

Shutup Shutup Shutup drove a long way from Brisbane to see us, and – honestly – not enough of us repaid the favour. Which was daft, because it’s a cracker of a venue in which to see a cracker of a band, yelping and screaming and threatening to tear the walls down. This is not a subtle band, this is a sledgehammer to the temple or an elbow to the throat, there is precisely – and I measured it – zero grey area. It pounds on your spine and your liver like a bastard with a bat, hairy and raw and throaty. “My Friends” might reference Jared Rubecki from Neighbours – which is the bit that everyone can relate to – but the whole thing is as brutal and as fun as Super Best Friends. Coming from me, that means this band are fucking something and no mistake.

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Shutup Shutup Shutup

 

The Sinking Teeth

 

The Great Awake

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