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Getaway Plan Requiem Tour, The Hi-Fi, West End

As Matt Wright launched himself from stage and into the eager and waiting crowd, they swelled forward obligingly to catch him.

You could taste adoration in every breath. Each song was met by a chorus from the fans. Such dedication isn’t usually displayed at launches, given that the punters have only had days, weeks at best, to listen to the new tracks- let alone learn to sing along. It goes to show that even with a years break, The Getaway Plan are just as phenominal and just as loved as they ever were.

The night was kicked off by a less than awe-inspiring performance by Gatherer. They were loud and enthusiastic, but a bit sloppy and failed to rev the crowd. Maybe it just wasn’t their night? However next up, Perth rockers Break Evenwere whitsling a completely different tune.

They matched the energy of their earlier peers, but with an intensity that blew them clear out of the water. Even if you aren’t a scream rock fan, Break Even would be sure to have you at least quietly tapping an appreciative toe. I suppose it all boils down to the passion that they can create in each and every note. Break Even have definitley broken off with more than their fair share of talent. They poured themselves, heart and soul, into their instruments and through the mics, delivering each song with more fever and ferocity than the last.

As The Getaway Plan took to the stage, the very last breath of air was squeezed from the front of the sweaty, convulsing crowd and the night took off. Their new album Requiem is certianly worthy of touring, and of the reception they recieved in Brisbane, at The Hi-Fi.

It was clear, watching the group together on stage, that their time spent recording in Canada had forged stronger ties than ever before. They moved with tenacity and passion, seemlessly bringing their latest tracks to life before our very eyes.  Leaving us with a high energy encore of City Meets the Sea, and I don’t think there was a soul left standing who wasn’t singing.

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From The Pit

I started writing as a reviewer for live music. It was perfect. While studying, I co-created a music blog called Not Street Press that promoted emerging talent and live music in Brisbane. Here’s some of what we got to do in the name of ‘work’.

Hack – Globe Theatre -Nov 2011

Think high energy, think unpredictable punk rock and underground music. Seasoned on the streets of Brisbane, Hack  are a group known for delivering an indulgently immature stage presence while maintaining a super tight performance and high sound quality. It’s plain to see that Hack love nothing more than playing to a live crowd. They feed off the energy of the crowd, breathing it in and injecting it straight into their stage personas to deliver larger than life alternate punk rock.

 

Interviews with Andrew Wessen of Group Love & Hamish Rosser of The Vines.

 

The Vines Future Primative Tour- The Hi-Fi, West End -Aug 2011

Craig smashes guitarBy the time The Vines returned onstage for their encore, the mosh was half empty as most of the punters had been picked up, crarried forward, passed into the welcoming arms of the somewhat under-enthused security guards and escorted outside, supposedly to write 100 lines on Why I Should Not Crowd Surf At Concerts.

Rock concert… come on.

They were dubbed in the earlier years by Rolling Stones Mag, as the band that brought back rock’n’roll, and the reasons are not at all misguided. Their FTW attitude, to say the very least.

Frontman Craig Nichols and lead guitarist Ryan Griffiths quelled any thoughts of a second encore with a rather extroverted display of enthsiasm.. that is, they smashed Craig’s guitar to pieces and threw the schrapnel into the writhing, screaming crowd.

Craig bantered with the crowd, red eyed and grinning he proposed that instead of throwing cans anywhere on the stage, extra points would go to anyone who could land one on his head.

More from not street press here: http://notstreetpress.wordpress.com

Ode to the Paramedics at BDO

SMACK.

My head hits the ground. I only recognise small glimpses of vision as my own, a blur of colour, the brightness of the sunlight outside the tent. Blackness.

I’m on the ground looking up, a full circle of faces stare at me, eyes wide and untrusting. A few arms reach to help me up, closer to the staring faces and my vision starts to swim again. We go towards the blinding light outside the tent, with the heavy music still swelling around us. Blackness. Continue reading