September 30, 2009

So I copped a totally unwarranted amount of shit about attaining more than my fair share of mosh injuries at The Bronx a couple of weeks ago. Mates, co-workers, but more importantly my mum couldn’t comprehend how a young woman- elegant and ladylike as I am- would find herself in amongst the animals at the front of stage.

“Moshpits are for young men” apparently. Fair call, too. My feet were so severely bruised from the ‘pit’ that I’m still unable to wear my favourite heels, thus proving in a very retarded, 50’s, Man Men kinda way that the front of the stage is no place for a woman.

In my defence, though, at the time I couldn’t fathom any other satisfying means to witness The Bronx. And I realised that there wasn’t any particular form of dance happening in the flurried frenzy at front of stage (I’ll be fucked if I ever randomly whip out some spin kicks in my time), it was merely a bunch of mad music lovers indulging in self expression usually restricted to behind bedroom doors. Except when you partake in said expression within a large congregation of people, it becomes more socially acceptable.

Basically, I wanted to make like an epileptic monkey to The Bronx’s sweet tunes and would have been mocked mercilessly/bottled had I done it anywhere else in the venue, so I spasmed with a bunch of other uncontainable twats up the front. That some other dudes expression involved violent head movements is mere misfortune on my part, but good on him for endangering his neck and facial region for the love of the game.

In other news Bad Religion killed it, KIIIILLLLEEDDDD IT on Sunday night. NOFX were OK, though frankly, were upstaged by Fat Wreck band mates Pour Habit. Instead of token Jew/Mexican/OMGIMSOWASTED jokes, Pour Habit just made with the tunes AND the party and didn’t let their lead singers massive bout of violent vomiting onstage disrupt their thoroughly entertaining set. Melbourne lads The Gun Runners killed their brief opening set but, really, no one could outdo the headliners. Balding they may be, but Bad Religion truly remain the best punk rock band around.