Photos & Review John Raptis
It’s rare that local boys Airbourne are in town. They’ve been busy claiming the world’s festival stages and making them all their own. But when they do happen to be back home on our shores, one knows full well what sort of bombastic night of Hard Rock N Roll one is in store for.
Tonight was the final night of the band’s Australian assault. They have been trekking around Australia with Melbourne band The Ugly Kings as support and from all reports, both bands were putting in killer sets.
The Melbourne gig was at Toorak’s Trak venue. Even though said venue is a stone-throw from where I work and where I live, I can’t say I have ever seen a live show here. It was going to be a new experience all round as I hadn’t seen the Ugly Kings yet, or ever set foot in this venue.
I strolled past the venue on my lunch break and noticed the loading trucks full of amplification and lighting. I kinda had a feeling then it was going to be a kick ass night of pure Rock N Roll.
Openers the Ugly Kings have been making quite a splash on the Melbourne circuit of late. Unfortunately the planets have not aligned for me and I hadn’t had a chance to see them. Let’s just say this from the outset, they blew me away from beginning to end. The band looks great with a killer black denim and attitude that quickly took hold of the already healthy crowd there to see them. Playing a mix of blues based, hard driving Rock the band tore it up nicely. I made a mental note to make sure I see them when next they play and I am pretty confident I was not the only one feeling that way.
A late start for Airbourne who promptly took to the stage at 10:45PM. With the intro tape of the Terminator soundtrack coming to a close… Airbourne literally blasted onto the stage with such passion, ferocity and an infectious energy that has to be seen to be believed.
No wonder these guys are a festival favourite over in the Euro Metal/Rock circuit. It is a damn shame that the mainstream Australian media don’t pay enough attention to these guys.
They are as Aussie as one can possibly be, playing a brand of classic Pub Rock on steroids charged with an adrenaline rush that rubs off to the crowd with ease.
When main man Joel O’Keefe begins to frantically bash a full can of Victoria Bitter against his head, the proceeding euphoria of beer spraying forth from a smashed can is quite the sight and only sends their maniacal fan base into overdrive.
High octane energy just seeps from band and fan alike making it for one hell of a classic night out!