I don’t know about you, but I reckon that house shows are some of the most underappreciated and overlooked forms of entertainment there is. I haven’t particularly been to a ton of them, but if there’s one thing I know about them, it’s the fact that they go off just as much as a headlining international show at a big club. One I managed to cch this week, was organised by Melbournian mathcore five-piece DriveTime Commute, who’ve been regarded as one of Melbourne’s most intense and energetic bands of the scene. Being invited to this special occasion, I thought it’d be something worth mentioning on here, just to shine some light on what a killer, and super hot day it was.
Getting there, half the attendees there were getting covered in cardboard box armour. A sign at the door clearly said “No Box, No Entry”, meaning that you had to spruce yourself up in some boxes to make it look like armour. From chestplates to gauntlets to helmets, almost everyone had themselves dressed up in cardboard, with random words of pictures of bongs, fruit and marijuana drawn on them. But, as soon as the live music began, you would be experiencing basically, a LARP moshpit.
Not long after, black metal/crust punk quartet Cordell were the first to hit the stage with a frenzy of LARP moshing going on. Throughout their set, there was nothing but a strong bolt of guttural and abrasive to the personality of their music from start to finish. Executing mostly off their “Anything Is Everything, Everything Is Nothing” EP, Cordell had an unmatched reputation from a lot of other local crust/black metal bands when it boiled down to the style and the progression in which they display, audibly. For a band to start off the day and get the blood pumping for those in the backyard, they brought quite a lot for a small local name, in terms of quality.
Next up, were Overpower, who also had quite an energising performance they executed, as well. With a handful of LARP moshers jumping around a bit too, their bassist was also repping some cardboard armour of his own that said “BONG POWER” on the front. Overpower also had a brightful and intense manner of approach that was sturdy and fun for the audience. No matter what was to happen, Overpower would pound as much energy and aptitude as they could, to bring everyone around and throw out as much as they could out of themselves for the next half hour.
By the time DriveTime Commute came on, that was when everything was about to go absolutely apeshit. The quintet provided the uncontrived and the potency from start to finish, like they always do. From Sir Seizure to Sharkitect, DriveTime frontman Roscoe would throw himself into anyone in the pit, while bleeding from his head, jump off amplifiers, grab the water hose and spray himself and other patrons around with hit, he would do the lot. Guitarist Basil would also take part in running around offstage while shredding out a number on his six-strings. As every minute passed by, DriveTime Commute would smash out an intimidating amount of ferocity that was equivalent to that of a stampede of rhinos, without ever breaking a single sweat.
Something about these house shows that I’ve been to, is that they really bring out the most unique characters of each band that feels incomparable to that of a regular local, or even international show that’d be worth a $50 ticket. In these kind of settings, it allows a band to feel more like themselves and lets them do what makes them feel like a real band, without being under the pressure of following the rules of a PR. That being said, give me a house gig over a big local gig any day of the week. Especially when you’ve got yourselves a tight lot of up and comers like the bands I’m happy I got to catch that day!