Remember that kid getting scolded by his father for watching Megadeth when he wanted to see the News? Well, this IS the news, according to man of quick-silver wit and rivet head, Steve Hughes. Die-hard Metallica fans might want to grab a tissue for this one…
Yeah, I wrote a whole bunch of words and even formed them into sentences reviewing Soundwave Melbourne and a couple-few sidewaves. Read, thrash, grind, etc.
In hip Gen Y heartland Flemington (well, maybe in the bowels of one’s heartland) the transition of metal and punk cornered into tearing up dingy graffiti-trashed clubs to the mainstream is complete. The working-class rebellion is over.
The two-pronged attack from political correctness and economic rationalism starved the subculture of oxygen, corralling it into libidinous day-long expressions instead of steadfast lifestyle commitments — ‘til death or follicular necrosis. Mohawked metalheads sip lattes in cramped wood-panelled cafes incongruously named “Pepper” and “Monkey Tricycle” alongside urban professionals and retired graphic designers. Smartphones replace zippo lighters as rock show accoutrement du jour. The Big Day Out, as Andrew noted in his Brisbane review is no longer the heavy fans’ festival.