I went and saw Machine Gun Fellatio at Academy, supported by The Spazzys and Butterfingers, last night at Academy. It was my first time at Academy, and it’s a nice place. All shiny and new, and with large (3 meters) phalluses (phalli?) you can sit upon the base of. Drinks are pricey, but not as much as you’d expect. Shots are still $5, which was a pleasant surprise. On the one hand, the shot looked big and the glass was funky. On the other hand, the tequilla was awful. On the gripping hand, they were out of salt, and I was driving so I was basically sober at this point, so the tequilla experience was environmentally sub-optimal.
In the line out front, I had no sooner arrived than a friend of mine, Franco — whose name I hope is spelt like that, it’s been ten years –, from high school. We chatted for a bit, and as it turns out, he’s been working at a place where both a guy I used to work with and my ex-girlfriend worked for a time while he was there, and he also went to CIT with Shane, my current housemate/landlord, doing the same course in the same class. He’s also still in contact with Shane via another high school friend of ours, and so I will soon have his email, I hope. ^_^ Office romances in Canberra aren’t a bad thing, since if you have sex with anyone there’s a good chance they know someone you work with, for, over, or regularly meet for coffee/martial arts/video games.
Also, a guy who was a bouncer at the South Pacific Rugby Club is a bouncer at Academy now. I say was even though I haven’t been to SouthPac for a fair while, simply because he was _always_ at SouthPac when I was… I guess this adds fuel to my idea that SouthPac closed, but I really ought to look next time I’m out there.
I also ran into Marius, a guy who was in an Entrepreneur class with Phil last year.
Anyway, after the show, we went for a drive looking for The Doghouse, but I guess it’s gone.
Anyway, I prolly should write about the bands…
The Spazzys are an all-female two-guitar + drums combo. I quite enjoyed their music, lots of strong chords and beats, very little showing off (not that I mind, John Butler of John Butler Trio did some very impressive guitar showing off at a show a few months back) and basically some good classic rock. However, they didn’t seem to be getting along too well with the sound guy, and the lyrics of the songs were basically inaudible. Also, due to a poor seating choice by me, I didn’t get to _see_ much of them. I do hope to see more of them though, although possibly with earplugs next time. ^_^
Butterfingers were some kind of electric keyboard + drums and guitarist rock/rap group. I guess they weren’t bad, but I found myself tuning out during the set and not noticing whether the song had changed. It was during this set I realised you could stand on the base of the aforementioned giant phallus, and see over everyone’s heads. This was good, but puts your eyes right in the path of the lightbeam thingy as it does laps over the top of the crowd. >_< I guess these guys were a bit of a break between The Spazzys, and the main act of the night. Their set went a little overtime, I suspect, and didn’t finish until nearly 11pm.
Machine Gun Fellatio are legendary for their stage performances, and now I understand why. A glorious mixture of big-screen pornography, wild rock music, the natural showmanship of Pinky Beecroft, girls in the barest reference to clothing, a stunning second singer in some kind of tiger-print blouse and skirt (who was on the far side of the speakers from me for most of the night. >_<) and a drummer whose drum solo would have been a blur of hands even without the strobelights. It was simply a glorious display of raw entertainment and musical talent, and I’m incredibly glad I was both sober, and there rather than at home watching The Simpsons all evening. Which would have been a pain anyway, since Shane’s sleeping in the loungeroom while he paints his bedroom, and was home sick that day so would have been all grumpy. -_-;
Sadly, Franco left early and missed the nude female cartwheels.