Two Piece Bannanza @ The Rocket Room
The tardy missed out on a complimentary banana at the two-piece Bannanza at Rocket Room, but would have been soothed at least by Perth’s answer to Angus and Julia Stone – male/female twosome Wolves at the Door – opening the night’s proceedings. Wielding guitars and sharing obvious chemistry, the duplet wove soothing webs of sound that drifted daintily from the stage to settle on the smattering of early birds. Blessed with looks to match their musical grace, this youthful folk duo would be gladly received beside any campfire in the world. It is not crying wolf to tell you to be sure to keep an eye out for these cubs.
The Bad Vibes broke the tranquility and started a sequence of what would be three – “The’ bands with a catchy, punchy and patchily crunchy rock/blues set. It is a blessing that nobody lost an eye, such was the abundance of sharp hooks they cast into the growing crowd. These two know how to write a rock song – intro, verse, chorus, verse, chorus, bridge, chorus, end – and they do it with well. They even managed to turn Earth Wind and Fire’s classic funk tune Let’s Groove into something of a rock number, albeit one that sounded like a stunted and munted version of Offspring’s Pretty Fly For a White Guy. With crisp singing, nice full guitar and solid drumming, it will be interesting to hear what the recently announced addition of a keyboardist does to their sound.
No one minds a bit of deep fried trevally with chips down by the beach on a summer’s eve, but The Trevallys left some feeling battered. It may have been bad mixing, but probably was just a bad sound. Their treble-heavy harshness only took three songs to conjure a terrible headache. Sporting an ugly guitar tone and uglier vocals – think two really, really angry rugby dads who are screaming at each other so hard they’ve lost all control of the their vocal pitches – this band seemed to be doing everything possible to clear the venue. If it weren’t for the weather, more may have run into the night for relief. Full credit must be given for their on-stage energy, which was thoroughly rockin’, but to do their strong stage presence justice, they must do something about the terrible noise.
With the previous band inducing a strong desire for Panadeine Forte, it was apt that The Painkillers stepped on to the stage next. Seeing as they were fresh from a WAMI win for Best Hardcore/Punk Act, It seemed likely that Joe Bludge and James Baker boasted enough class to live up to their name and soothe the soreness. However, in typical punk style their first song was strummed on an untuned guitar, only adding to the woe. At the song’s conclusion, Bludge acknowledged the mishap citing – “technical difficulties’, gave his strings a tweak and the set was back on track with the cynical Love Cancer. From there the guitarist/drummer dyad romped their way through a fiery medley of ditties from their 2008 album of the same name and their 2006 release Drunk on a Train. The modest crowd was notably more sedate than those witnessed at previous Painkillers gigs, where punters have been known to burst into random acts of body thrusting, but the combination of the charismatic Bludge’s soulful electric acoustic power strumming and Baker’s – “seen it all’ robot-like drumming oozed the analgesic class we’ve come to expect from them.