Date: August 6, 2010
Venue: Burst City, Brisbane
Acts: Teargas, No Anchor, Turnpike, Dick Nasty
From the outside it’s a most un-presupposing edifice of low-set brick and fibro. The street-number on the letterbox is the only indication that you’ve arrived at the right place — an inner-city haven for devotees of punk, hardcore and avant-garde music.
Windows are closed and shuttered. Overgrown garden beds line a concrete path that leads to a set of rickety wooden stairs. A dark walk between two buildings doubles as the entrance finally opening into a small and welcoming rear courtyard. Read more
I am sure because just up the road hundreds of drunken, braying idiots are packing themselves into the Mustang Bar trying to out-bogan each other, while a bare two-score watch the feeback-ridden, twin-guitar extremities of The Entire Asian Population.
I am sure because hundreds desecrate the rotting corpse of the Arena content to pop pills and listen to recycled RnB while at the Step Inn Ambrose Chapel channels aural destruction from the very heavens with his fingertips.
And I am sure because Brisbanites would rather pay through the nose for overpriced cocktails in wanky inner-city bars than fork out a mere $8 to enter the Step Inn to sample the likes of Turnpike, AXXONN and No Anchor.
If I was God, I would smite Brisbane for these iniquities.
God, ineffably, refrains. Nevertheless, I am sure that God hates Brisbane. It’s just a matter of time.
The irresistible lure of novelty. Something fresh. Different. Unspoiled. Tonight, that something is Brisbane electro-weird outfit Monster Zoku Onsomb!
It’s the outre skeleton leotards of vocalist Miss P Leisure and keyboardist Sharkie Bubb. It’s the wrestler/gimp mask, gold bling and red cape of Senor Tasty Taste and his ever-so-angular guitar. It’s the incongruous moose-helm of knob-twirler Kiki ILL!
It’s the camp antics: the cutely choreographed bunny hops and exaggerated retro poses delivered with a knowing smirk.
Most of all, it’s the beats. Heavy, rapid-fire synth throbbing infused with fuzzing guitar and paradoxically attractive robotic vocals.
Together, it spells a riduclous amount of fun: the party-hard attitude acts on the crowd like a mania, and when Tasty Taste pulls out a bottle of tequila for the grand finale, people can’t get to the front fast enough for a free sample.