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Category: Music
HEY FEVER (****)
Suitably
refreshed by our opening act and their formatting effect on my
harddrive: "wow I totally forgot how to tie my own shoelaces again..
awesome!", I hobble off to the bar with newfound purpose. The way I
figure I'm only as "geriatric" as I feel tonight. Hangover? pfft.. what
hangover? I never get hangovers!?
Sure I've been living the same night a billion times over in my head.
Sure I'm practically the "senior citizen" of this scene after writing
this hilariously dysfunctional blog for the past four to five years
(I'm probably dead already and I don't even know it!) but it's all just
psychological maaan! I'm perfectly fine, it's just my brain's fault for
fucking about with my base perceptions of spacetime and gravity. And
thus I should do everything in my power to shut it down completely! Two
to three dark ales at the bar should light the fuse to begin with, but
it's bands quite like our second act tonight who'll be sure to finish
the job. Yup, as much as it may've taken all my enfeebled strength to
fight my way back through the increasingly dense fan frenzy flocking to
the band room with my proverbial "walking stick" (ie: wave my camera
around just long enough so that people actually believe I know what I'm doing?
pfft.. you eiiidiots!) the minute I hit the epicentre out front? duuude
I was completely gone! Hey Fever (touring here from Melbourne tonight)
are in essence a "buzz band": a spastic explosion of surface noise,
heat and energy. Only thankfully they somehow achieve all the above
without simultaneously resorting to being a total metrosexual fashion disaster
(or in other words I wonder if I'll slip in another joking reference to
The Touch!? YEAAAS!!). Yup, they're truly a rare find indeed! Case in
point especially is their lead singer Hayden who's signature "look"
practically screams: dole queue fist fight, spilt bag of goon on the
morning bus, charges of indecent exposure in Elizabeth Shopping Centre
"what.. I'm not allowed to take a whizz into the Goodwill bin
anymore!?", all stuffed into "dress shirt" for accompanying court date.
He also possesses a singing voice that very much resembles that of a
barking schnauzer and I swear it never lets up. Awesome! As such, in
overall sound picture everything from the scenster spit and polish of The Arctic Monkeys, The Young Knives and The Rapture only rolled about in a gutter somewhere and cross pollinated with the punk extremes of The Vines, The Hives and maybe even the Dead Kennedys
(WHOAAA!?). Or in other words it's a total Jekyll & Hyde headfuck
but I swear in the best way possible! It's Ben and Alex both on guitar
shredding their riffs to earbleed intensity, it's Rob and James on
drums and bass respectively whipping the rhythm section into a
veritable hummingbird heartattack, and it's Hayden's throat stripping
voice quite literally stripping the paint of the walls in kind. For all
of forty five minutes there's never a dull moment in their unrelenting
assault, they'll keep on killing out there as long as the "zombie
hoards" keep on coming, I swear they're madder than a Bobcat Goldthwait
with a revved up chainsaw! That's Hey Fever. True to their name they'll
clear out your sinuses, shit out your internals in an aerosol spray,
and leave nothing but a grinning corpse (they also boil up a mean cup
of noodles in less than two minutes!). So bring two farm fresh eggs,
bacon, diced onion and grated cheese (or simply bring your own
intestinal tract) and they'll provide all the rest!
http://spoz.blogspot.com/ Cheers
9:36 AM
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