DOORS 7PM // $10 PRESALE // SHOW STARTS 8PM

Family Dog

A clangorous mood sets in from the boom-crash-twang-thrash-squeel-squeak of this quite frankly weird and serendipitous union. Teddy undermining his sweetest touches, Chris unravelling his most complex restraint and Jeremy steering the perilous voyage in to the deep, chasing, down, towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee…

The Spudorati

It’s like they always wanted it to be that way. something about it feels like the logical conclusion of a long list of former artistic pursuits, you know, finally culminating into this latest, shameless incarnation. I sort of expected them to, like, do this. It feels kinda cathartic, the way they touch on things that feel oddly vulnerable or close to home. exorcising demons or some s***. - Fab, Hugh and Mason sing songs about, amongst other things, love and ABIs.