I posted this somewhere else... why not put it on here as well? A review on the run of my weekend adventures in Melbourne.
Night one: Friday. Venue: Town Hall Hotel, North Melbourne. Artistes: Runout Grooves, Booby Traps. I Walked into a narrow fronted corner pub packed to the rafters with diners and drinkers and thought "where the hell are the bands supposed to play?" I was helpfully informed by a fellow punter that when they kick the diners out they'll turn the bistro into a band room. Transformation complete, the equipment is set up in a room slightly larger than a lounge room. The Runout Grooves, featuring Micky and Nicky from Shutdown 66, pump out awesome garage rock grooves (pardon the pun), a little more primitive (if you can believe that) than the Shutdowns. The Boobs came on late and immediately hit the spot. A little more practiced than their last Sydney gig, they left the punters screaming for more. And we did get more, but only a couple before the dreaded curfew kicked in. Hello to Micky 66, pleasure to meet you.
Night two: Saturday. Venue: Exile on Smith St, Collingwood. Artistes: The Shimmys, Booby Traps, Blow Up DJs. It Took me a while to find this place as the sign out the front still has the old name on it (Fibbers). It seemed to be an old restaurant/bar, converted to a rock club about the same size as the Hoey. Diabolical sound for the Shimmys didn't do their act (nor that of the reputation of the club) justice, but these sassy minxes soldiered on and luckily the sound was sorted by the end. Think Mummies meets the Shangri las in Leopard print. The Boobs again tore the house down and got a far better reception than they'd ever get in Sydney. I guess Melbourne is a more 60s garage town as opposed to the more generic sound favoured up here. The Blow up DJs did their thang till closing time but I was a bit sozzled by then and more interested in talking shit than cutting a rug. Hola to the lovely Suzy Watusi who I was priveleged to meet tonight.
Night three: Sunday. Venue: Las Vegas, various casinos. Artiste: The King Of Rock N Roll.
Well, not really Vegas but I finally caught "Elvis: That's the Way it is" on the big screen. Screening alongside Clambake (surely one of the King's worst movies, but very funny for it) at the beautiful art deco Astor Theatre in St Kilda, the sort of venue that if in Sydney, would've been demolished or turned into apartments by now. For shame. Unfortunately we (being me and mein host Geoffrey) had to leave halfway through the main event (note to self, eat before movies next time) but not before catching my favourite Vegas era Elvis song, "Patch It Up".
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