The love machine

The Jake Lovetart show last weekend wasn't quite as raucous as the first one I witnessed - which means precisely nothing, since as ever beer, booze and blood was spilled, shirts were removed, cocks were lauded and the cause of civilization was set back at least a decade.

Already, the jacket is gone! But the JD remains.



Chris Teasdale gives the beard a quick shake.



"He's like a male model" said Kelp supremo Jon Bartlett of Lovetart drummer and Department of Foreign Affairs chap Brennan Pilkington.



Last time, Bartlett shoved an open beer bottle down the front of Damian's jeans. This time Teasdale made it a double. I'm thinking that must have been kind of chilly.



Flame on!



Rockin' with The Beard!



.. and just hangin'.



"I'd like some of that!" Despite the perspective, she's pointing at the bottle of Jack. Not something else.



Audience participation time!



There was a fair amount of glass on stage (as usual), including a glass of wine that had - alas - contained actual wine. As a result Damian smashed it. And later rolled in it, I fear.



The bloody end!

• Show reminder: It's an evening of ripping punk rock at Mavericks with Ripcordz, The Riptides, The Creeps and Germ Attak. The awesome White Cowbell Oklahoma invade Barrymore's, accompanied by The Longtimers and the Mighty Eagle Band. Controller.Controller establish their authority at Zaphod's with No Dynamics. And as mentioned yesterday, The Empiricals play Irene's.