Doomsdays Wellington 17092016

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Doomsdays Wellington
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Doomsdays Wellington
Genre punk, hardcore,
Dates September 17 2016
Location(s) Newtown Bowls Club
Years active 2016
Founded by Master Blaster

About

Auckland bands Master Blaster and Thee Crockettes made their way around the North Island of NZ during September to promote MB's latest Doomsdays 7" EP release. This leg of the tour ended in Wellington at the Newtown Bowls Club on a wet and cold Saturday night where they were joined by a local contingent of: Unsanitary Napkin, Rogernomix and Ayn Randy.

Review by Sam and Simon

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Simon: Playing a release show in the same town two nights in a row (Master Blaster played the night before at Valhalla with different supporting bands) is a bold move for sure, and I was slightly worried that the turnout to this was going to be meagre and the sets dulled. As it turned out my fears were entirely unfounded!


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Sam: Well it felt like a countdown to Doomsday leading up to the gig with the last show at the bowls club getting shut down prematurely by noise control. While Rogernomix were pessimistic about the chances of actually getting through all five bands we remained ultimately positive in a 'fingers crossed' sort of way. It has to be a win when it’s at the Newtown Bowling club! Down the road and in the hood, where we are pretty much left to our own devices and of course the cheapest drinks in town!


Simon:
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The Newtown Bowling Club is one of my favourite Wellington venues in any case, a haven for cheap shots and beer, and a complete lack of pretension. It's a real treat to have fucking loud music rattling the flimsy club walls while the regular punters are watching the rugby two meters away and you're wondering which neighbours have called noise control yet. Massive shout out to whoever first contacted that unlikely little venue and asked them if they could host a punk show. This time the club had double booked with a birthday party next door, so getting to our little half of the venue (separated by a glass sliding door) involved snaking through a lot of big islanders. There were some worries about how badly we were going to aurally destroy their planned drumming performance, but more on that later.


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Sam: FUCK! The All Blacks are playing, which usually means the front bar is full of locals getting progressively more annoyed at the racket coming from beyond the glass doors. FUCK! Apparently there is a double booking of a local Pasifika drumming situation. They even had a DJ and all but thankfully stationed in the barroom. It's about as busy as you could possibly imagine at the quiet ole bowls club!

Despite all these Doomsday auguries the atmosphere was one of laughter and camaraderie. Haha, well I may have had a few too many tall necks of the Brown Bomber thus somewhat hazily recalling what really went down. Were all concerned parties politely tolerating being in each other’s way to the bar, pool table and toilet?

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Unsanitary Napkins
Simon: Anyway, late start as always (because nobody was there at the 'EARLY AS FUCK START', except for yours truly, who needs to wise the fuck up), but by the time Unsanitary Napkin kicked off there was a decent and familiar crowd up and running! Unsanitary Napkin have taken the Welly (and wider) scene in the last year and you pretty much know what to expect with them. Dagger intense songs with blindingly fast drums, straight up raw punk vocals and guitar, and surprisingly technical and varied bass topping it off. I've seen these guys quite a few times and being such a new band they've always had an incredibly small but tight setlist. So I knew what to expect or so I thought, because these guys have some new material under their fancy sweaters, and this set had a whole bunch of new material thrown in and even left some old songs out! I'm not going to be remembering individual songs for a review, sorry bud, but fair to say there was a lot of variation in their setlist this time - even more than usual, which is saying something! I was actually caught off guard and all I can really say is "it was different but like good different". Hopefully there's an album in the works!?


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Sam is transfixed by Rupert's precariously balanced glasses
Sam: Unsanitary Napkin up first. Straight off the bat probably the best sound the bowls club has had as the AKers seemingly brought their own PA and of course soundie maestro Mr Tom Anderson as well. Almost seems like these days it ain’t a Newtown bowls club show unless the Unsanitarians are rocking out their classic vitriolic polit-jams complete with Aerosmith rip and coat-rack mic-stand. My grandfather told me a story of a lawyer that would put a pin through his cigar and proceed to smoke the whole thing while giving his closing statement so that the ash was perilously and inexplicably long. This was supposed to distract the Jury so that they would feel bad about not listening and be more inclined to side with his argument. While I don’t think there is that sort of subterfuge going on here (as his aggressive bass playing can hold all attention just fine) but I couldn’t help remembering this story while watching Rupert’s glasses wiggle their way down his nose during every song. Eventually they did end up on the floor and it didn’t make a shit bit of difference! Rock on!


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Rogernomnoms
Simon: After this we kicked straight into Rogernomix, which meant that the sweating Ben was straight back onto drums again, because he's insane, and the crowd had filled out even more. Congrats to whoever booked this slightly incestuous list of supports, because all the good local peeps were present. All the good local dero peeps were also present but slightly further away, enjoying the sounds from outside and with an extra ten dollars to spend on beer, so I guess they're the true winners of the evening.

Anyway, Rogernomix is kind of hard for me to write about because they're a Wellington stalwart, and you generally know that you're going to get some good pummelling dual-vocal D-beat in your ears. By now I was probably holding onto my second affordable 750ml Lion Brown, and that combined with the homely venue and the good vibes from the crowd up front lent itself well to yet another mean as set from these veterans. Is veteran a bad word to use? Anyway, ol' veterans Rogernomix always kill it, no need to stress about it. Special mention goes to Ben who after this show took off to play his THIRD set for the night at another venue with The All Seeing Hand, what the shit.

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Sam: Rogernomix up next. I thought we would be playing later if at all so I may have sauced it a bit much. Lucky our songs are pimpsqueaks and we are well practiced from the South East Asian tour. Fun times but could be ripe to write some new shit I reckon.


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Blast beats 11/10
Simon: I think it was at this point that somebody fernangled a little break for 'our' bands to make some time for the drumming performance next door, so everyone headed out for a beer and a chat. My beer and chat was luckily next to the window by the bar, so I caught some of the drumming performance, and all I can say is BLAST BEATS 11/10 DAMN. Not joking. On that note I don't think we had any bother with the crowd next door, unless I missed something, which is awesome and makes me feel warm inside.


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Sam: Was it Master Blaster now? I think so but it’s getting misty. My memory is not what it used to be. Who am I kidding, it’s never been any good. Fresh from a European sojourn the Blasters are travelling the country promoting their new 7” with furious, caped dual/tri/quad screaming. Let’s just say a lot of guest vocals! I feel like if there was going to be a noise complaint it would be around about now ‘cause it was cranking. We get a distinct feeling that perhaps another boring win for the AB’s (as well as the shitty weather) might actually have something to do with the lack of noise issues? Pure speculation.


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Captain Master Blaster
Simon: Up next were our headlining act, Master Blaster. Unfortunately I was getting another fancy beer next door and having a chat for 'just a minute', and I think I missed most of their set... the curse of fast bands! On the upside I did make it through to the front right when things were going off, although that might have been from the start to be honest! I was confused for a second because there were vocal swaps going on with one of the ladies from Thee Crockettes, but in any case the crowd was going off. Master Blaster play super fast punk, with a hardcore background, separating them a bit from the other bands present. It was great to see some unfamiliar Auckland faces up front getting things kicked off and not just the usual suspects. In keeping with the theme of the night, high energy music, high energy crowd, good times.


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Sam: So the true revelation for me was Thee Crockettes from Auckland. Ostensibly a covers group of a 90’s garage band from England called Thee Headcoatees. I am not the biggest fan of a lot of garage punk and generally am not into covers bands but shitballs this was pretty fun! Did they do originals in there? If so they must have been pretty decent ones because they melted right in with the stonking covers. A fair amount of cheap booze was split on the dance floor and big smiles all round. Would definitely party again to this band! Gabba Hey!


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Thee Crockettes
Simon: Thee Crockettes were setting up now and this was the only real unknown for me on the bill; I was a bit worried. The Wellington scene, just like any other, can be an insular shit sometimes, and because I don't think any of the band members are buds with the local 'crew', and I hadn't really heard of them, I thought maybe this was going to be one of those acts where people listened to the walls rattle from outside and took their break of the night.

A 48 hour film crew turned up at this point as well (at my invitation, hope nobody minded!) needing footage of a punk gig, and because everyone was having a smoke and a chat outside between bands, the place was pretty empty. The director turned to me and asked: "There will be more people in here than this right? We need a line of people in front of the band at least". Looking around at the three people hugging the wall I laughed and said "Yeah they'll all come back in when the band starts". And then got worried straight away, for aforementioned reasons, and went outside to ask a few people to make sure they’d go in so the film crew doesn't come away with nothing.

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Well, as always, I'm dumb, because Thee Crockettes WENT OFF! Everything's getting hazy at this point, but straight up fun punk jams, lots of covers that everyone could sing along to (or pretend to sing along to), and people dancing up a storm up front. As far as the film crew goes, I'm a bit worried that they might not have gotten any footage of the band playing, because the crowd filled out close to the back of the room. At this point everything starts getting reeeeaall hazy for me, but happy faces all round, and a couple of people afterwards who mentioned "man, I'm glad those film guys caught Thee Crockettes", which is super high praise for a super fun band, especially considering the lineup! I don't think these guys have any recordings, but I really need to have a good sober listen, let's keep an eye out!

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Sam: Still no noise control, well fuckin’ aye. Ayn Randy to round the night out with another local band. Only their second show in the Capital… I think? Playing pretty bloody tight. I ain’t gonna lie, I was well on my way by now and all I actually remember was they were fun and TJ’s bass sounded bloody huge!


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"I was pretty drunk by now"
Simon: I was pretty drunk by now, and honestly, I thought the gig was done... people were starting to hit that point, even though I'm sure it was still early, where things were becoming a bit loose (or was it just me?) and I felt like people were hanging around outside ready to leave. My bad though, because the sounds of Ayn Randy suddenly pulled everyone back inside for one last blast. These guys, for a change, are a Welly band who I either miss a lot or who've only played once or twice? They play more straight up punk riffs and vocals not just for spazzing out to. I'd be doing everyone a disservice if I tried to nail down their sound more, because honestly all I can remember is that it was a fun time with more straight up punk. Probably the perfect end to a night with a break-neck set of starting bands. I'd throw in the towel on this whole review just to not look like a dick but I'm too many words deep, and it's not my fault those 750ml's have more standard drinks in them than I thought. I mean, it might be, but I'm sure this isn't the first gig review that peters out on specifics towards the end of the night. Suffice to say, I was still having a good time, everyone was still having a good time, and thanks to the early start and finish, as far as I know everyone had a good time afterwards as well!!


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Sam: Some choice Pasifika drumming. Last Drinks!! And stumbling off into the shithouse weather to Selina’s to drink more gin till the wee hours!

Yeah ah, everyone played real well, ah... Full credit to the Aucklanders for the good times and…ah, yeah, The Newtown Bowls Club was the winner on the night.

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Simon: All I can say is that ALL of the bands delivered, the crowd was great, and hopefully more shows get booked at that venue before inevitably someone causes trouble and we're not allowed back ever again.



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