Friday night found me in Wellington, drinking with Rorn, my sister Lenny and my father. And so we cruised to Valve, just in the nick of time to catch the first act, Disintering Diana. This band had been really hyped to me, so I was keen to hear them.
I was told to expect noise, with crazy tape loop samples. I went up front and danced, but I couldn't really get my groove on. Live kinda Industrial-Metal beats from Tyran on drums, and distorted guitar, with occasional screams from Ben was OK, but it really needed something else: and when some helpful soul turned the tape to a volume you could hear it in the mix, things sounded halfway good: pity this happened during the last song! All up, a good first performance marred by terrible mixing and stuff: I expect good things from these two in the future.
After this I had to pop out of the venue for a while to see Rorn (who'd flagged the gig), when I came back the Cortinas were playing. I was told they're from out of town, maybe Palmerston North. It was synth-rock-pop, kinda like the b-52s, so Lenny was well enjoying it. I found I did too, even though it isn't my bag. I found a dollar in my pocket and played some Bay Watch pinball.
Next up were Hell Fuckin Rumble, who it seems a lot of people are quite chuffed with these days. I can see why. Noisey garage rock-noise played by three girls is a good idea, and they do it well. Still, it was getting late, and I had to get going.
Me and Rorn and Lenny went clothing-binning on the way home though, only to find that they'd all just been emptied. And then to get pulled up by the cops, breath-tested (I passed) and randomly harrassed (have you ever heard of an officer wanting to test your headlights?) before being let go. Maybe I shoulda stayed and seen the last band...
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