Bonnie Doon womanned the wheels of steel between sets. There was a lot of Joan Jett.
Montreal's Paradise had to pull out, so Bruised Tongue co-supremo Pierre Richardson stepped in under his Self Surgery guise.
Shadowy Pierre!
Strobing action!
There's even video-drone action!
He was followed by Cousins of Reggae. CoR were one of those combos I was thinking I'd see sooner rather than later, but things never worked out, so this was the first time I'd seen Blake and Liam in action (together, that is - I've seen Blake with Caymans, solo, etc.). Here's the man himself!
Liam frets.
The whole lot!
Shadowy Tongue action!
Extra Liam!
Blake grabs some guitar time!
Liam jingles some bells.
Boyhood were next in line. Since I saw them last, they've apparently been seeking a drummer. For this show there was a new bloke on a drum machine and guitarist Alex had switched over to a Korg - thus the audience was treated to the electro-beat version of Boyhood. One-off? Bold new direction? I forgot to ask.
Beats-in-a-box action!
Touch that dial!
Caylie rocks the keys.
And a quick snap from the other side of the stage.
I confess, by the time Roberta Bondar I was feeling pretty tired. Between sleep deprivation, strobe lighting and cider I was feeling a serious need for beddy-byes, so I only took a few photos before decamping.
Tyler hits!
Gary so crazy.
Lidija frets!
Now with more Maltby.
Extra Gary!
More Lidija!
Then I scampered home to bed. There's more matinee action at Gabba Hey today.
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