Interview: The Month Of Living Dangerously
Unions: Staying Mum
Economics: Precious Metals
Industrial: The Cold 100
History: The Vinegar Hill Mob
Legal: Free Agents
Politics: Under The Influence
International: How Swede It Was
Review: Keating's Men Slam Dance on Howard
The Locker Room
The Power of Ones
Keating's Men Slam Dance on Howard
I was sitting at my desk, doing the daily chores, when Danger Man rushed up to me.
"Cop this," he said, handing me a well-worn copy of the MX.
I flicked through articles about the Government's new plan to make trains run slower and a half-finished Sudoku puzzle.
"No - that," my colleague bellowed pointing at a picture of two guttersnipes hamming up fisticuffs for the camera.
I read: "Punk rock band Front Your Enemy has taken on its nemesis - Prime Minister John Howard - with hard core lyrics".
The antagonism made sense; the lead singer's name was Matt Keating.
Keating promised "a fair bit of moshing" that night at their gig at the Marquee in Camperdown.
"These guys look like the perfect candidates for our next family picnic," I said to Danger Man. "To the Hackmobile!"
Inexplicably, it took about four hours to travel five kilometres, but we made it half way through the set.
Although the travel had done something to my senses, my first reaction was "loud".
The lyrics were indecipherable; delivered in the punk rock's yell-sing-talk style.
According to the MX article they were singing about "WorkChoices" and student poverty.
The group had predictably roped in some punk-rock students, but the gathered mohawks were few.
A Thursday night gig, during school holidays was probably not the best time.
The small gathering did not hold them back, though, as they delivered a break-neck performance worthy of their late-90s punk influences.
This music was not for Good Charlotte consumers; it harked back to Rancid in their rawest days.
After the gig, playing some disjointed pool with the band, the assessment of Howard was brief - one word, in fact, that cannot be reprinted on a family-friendly website.
The drummer, Tom Fowler, said the new industrial laws were something that would affect his family and the anger the band felt about the state of play drove their energy.
While we may not see them at the next family picnic, if you don't mind your anti-Howard messages delivered in a cacophony of chunky guitar and screams - be sure to check them out.
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