National and local - it's all shit.
Saw these guys a few years ago.

Now it's all very rock & roll when the lead singer and or band members are shit-faced at a gig.
However... when all the crew and audio the engineer appear to be pissed, pilled or generally fried out their fucking gourds.
Well - it may not make for a good gig but it can provide many moments of absolutely sparkling live theatre!
The ongoing verbal (and physical) stoush between the band and the mix desk was comedy gold. I believe the claim that the mixer wasn't doing the band justice and making them sound like shit was unfounded - they seemed to be sounding like shit just fine on their own!
This song was one of the highlights of the night.
Some of these guys went on to host radio programs. I think that says as much about their music as it does about the qualities one needs to be a radio announcer these days.

The other band I'm writing about I saw many, many, many years ago.
We find young MMcUW dressed like a gothy-punk looking for all the world like he's just stepped out of a copy of Hewlligan's Haircut. He's at a club called the FIRM (actually he's a member - with a keyring that says "FIRM MEMBER" on it - fnar!). He's waiting to see a local band he knows and loves called Thrombus (some members of which go onto greater fame in Storytime - read more about them here, For pure music - I couldn't really recommend anything better).
EDIT:There's some music to download on that page. Give it a go if you feel adventurous. You pirate, you!
Anyhoo, prior to Thrombus hitting the stage a little known performance avante garde group (the alarm bells should be clanging by now) called Thou Gideon shamble onto the stage. The majority of them don't appear to know how to pick up let alone play a musical instrument. The lead singer has decided he's channeling Jim Morrison. Badly.
He has a guitar he refuses to play and gets his kit off within minutes of them "starting".
Their set culminates with him throwing a pigs head off the stage, eating a tin of dog food and then throwing furniture at the punters before the big, burly bouncers escort him out the door. Here is a review of another gig they did around the same time.

If you'd asked me years ago if theatre belonged in live music I'd have told you to fuck off. These days - I think you have to have a schtick. It's just that there's a very fine line between schtick and shit.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Fri 26 Jul 2013, 4:27, 1 reply)

Wow, you missed a vocation by not becoming a media studies student, then writing gig reviews
for your mates fanzine, moving onto a few pieces for the local paper, the NME calls, then the Sunday Times needs a next gen PYT and before you know it you have launched your own magazine and celebrity plus wealth befalls you.

Because without doubt that review of those bands was the edgiest and most hard hitting that I believe I have ever read. Oh well, our loss and Australia's gain. Although, with the money involved in journalism I suppose the biggest loser is the Salt Water Swimming pool salesman because he could have taken you all the way to a 4,444,444 litre pool.

tl;dr - sarcasm
( d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Fri 26 Jul 2013, 7:09, closed)

And people say western Australia is a fucking ridiculous cultural backwater.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Fri 26 Jul 2013, 7:47, closed)

I know.
Must be the same mob that think you're an arrogant, snide wanker.

I'd wash my hands of them if I were you.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Fri 26 Jul 2013, 8:12, closed)

Looks
like you've got me by the short and curlies.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Fri 26 Jul 2013, 8:13, closed)

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( d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Fri 26 Jul 2013, 8:52, closed)