Tuesday nights are normally a home night in my busy schedule. A pizza and wine and sitting on the couch with the Kelpie of Few Accomplishments watching Doctor Who kind of night with a bit of light comment moderation between episodes.
But The Front had bands playing as part of their 7th birthday celebrations and so I braved the cold.
First cab off the rank were Cuddlefish (above) fast becoming the most loved local institution the ABC will never touch. (Also they’re my co-hosts on the ever more infrequent Insatiable Banalities podcast)
With their familiar songs chronicling a dissolute life of elegant failure the intimate crowd was soon singing along to unflinching regret.
Next up was Ungus Ungus Ungus a zappa-esque four piece from Sydney who managed to be interesting despite the weight of jazz exploration and got the audience up and dancing.
And then it was time for the mayhem of Nozl (whom we podcasted last year. A band that dresses like they’re on the set of a life action Futurama have to be good right?
Indeed they are.
A very talented bunch of musicians being completely insane and riding the fine line between genius and stupidity like their lives depended on it.
For $10 on the door and $6 bottles of Coopers’ Pale it was a high quality night of entertainment for a low low price, and totally worth the chilly cycle home.
Thanks very much to the delightful Emily Pittman for sending in her photos.