I found myself in the murky yet familiar surroundings of Brisbanes’ The Lab after leaving behind the metal scene last year to enthral myself in the outdoor setting of the Northern New South Wales ‘Underground’ electronic music scene.
After spending so long becoming accustomed to the outdoors whilst listening to aggressive, high tempo music, the stained concrete floors and hallowed scream of an electric guitar was comforting to say the least.
Boston’s Defeater, supported by Bane, were off on a journey to celebrate their new album, Letters Home released with Epitaph Records. For Bane to say a final farewell to Australian fans after announcing that they would call it quits after 20 years - their very last show being the one within these walls.
The Labs' traditional setup on the stage was instead used as storage space, as the bands opted to go with a floor setting for what would be a truly intimate and full impact show. 'The Struggle' opened the evening’s entertainment to an excited crowd, and were eager to please, whereas 'She Cries Wolf' didn’t seem to connect with the unpleasing crowd. Guitars were thrown, slammed, licked, spat on, head-butted and downright abused by the band, as well as the pumping crowd. They didn’t want to please - they wanted to destroy us. The floor setting allowed the artists to become completely encompassed by the fans and by the look on everyone’s face, there was nothing but sweaty, aggressive, passionate contentment.
Bane threw down a set for the ages. Taking several moments to thank everyone, and talk about their times shared in the band over the years. Defeater kicked off their set with a melodic, emotional, down tempo track before taking our minds from one extreme to the other. Mic grabs, flying arms and legs, and a punter hanging from the ceiling. Absolute madness, entwined with pure emotion.
A lot of people would have seen that night as ‘odd’, ‘scary’ or even ‘weird’ but what they didn’t see was the grins on everyone's faces in that room. The way you would be picked up and have your hand shaken by a stranger after he had just knocked you down in the pit, or the sound of greatness in everyones voice as they would steal the mic from the lead singer and belt a line.
God I miss this. I need to go to more Hardcore shows.
By Daniel Marshall