Local legends Some Jerks have a knack for devising the perfect tunes to get any evening started.

Dwarves live is always going to be a messy proposition, and opening act Goon On The Rocks set the tone of the night straight away: "This song's about getting wasted on a Friday afternoon,

Indica treat the venue to a long lead intro.

Friday night thrash is rife in the Crowbar.

Couch dragged on stage, Bitter Lungs scream merchant

A Damn Shame are sludgier on record than they are live. Upbeat and

Within the first 15 minutes the floor is dangerous ground. Spillages make it hard to reach the front without a praying for your life every few steps. Taking it slow and through a labyrinth of crashing symbols, rolling thunder and noise, We Are Not Our Bodies savagely deliver on their post hardcore promises.

From sludgy riffs to sweet guitar solos, Frown have tempo changes mastered. 30 minutes of unforgiving breakdowns later and the native 4 piece entertain early onlookers and one dapperly dressed viking in attendance.

Roku Music supply drunken lullabies of the haunting variety. With their overlapping riff status, they lead into the anticipated proceedings. 3 bands and lengthy change overs, there is plenty of time to reach the bar before welcoming Tasmanians Luca Brasi.

Delivering the rough and tuneful, Columbus are fit for the midday sun. A "Gnarly save" between broken and fixed guitars, the trio kick out lively stories of being wasted, jaded and hopeless. Greyface hustle in on their third show.

On the walk in, tragedy strikes as Daybreakers have already come and gone, 20 minutes before an 8pm arrival. Bayharbour take the slow ride in with an atmospheric foundation.

Absorbing the chill in the air, Max Buchanan’s warm echoes of his guitar welcomes those in attendance to an eclectic set of music, hidden within industrial walls.

Greedy with the dual mic grabbing, Whiskey and Speed vocalist Dayne Kersnovske hollers over a beautifully executed sludgy start. Non-professional strip artist in tow, “Attractive people only” are invited to get semi-naked for ‘Brain Dead.’ 

From classic punk sounds, Le Murd step up the pace to hit a more aggressive note. Lead guitar action switches up the momentum, the rhythm section fingers of Stav Scata strutting out a few funk driven riffs over a snare break.

Brisbane’s Love Hate Rebellion use their instruments wisely to create an effortless yet solid landscape of layered perfection.

The crash symbol is belted within an inch of it's life, while the breakdowns threaten to breach the downstage floor. A set leaving you longing for a rewind button...

Everyone in the know is at the barrier for Melbourne's Hight Tension. From punk to the darkest metal, this homegrown disorder inducing tribe are poetic in action.