Love Machine kicked off the evening. The camaraderie and stage love they had for each other didn't entirely rub off on the audience. With the lead singer channelling Kurt Cobain in his appearance, though not in sound, their music was certainly forceful enough.

Big Scary, the second support act, were a drum and guitar duo. Trying their darnedest not to sound like White Stripes in waiting, they gave us good musicality albeit an awkward physical stage presence. The drummer was the most lively and engaging of the pair. Despite their lack of banter and an appearance that gave off the vibe of Trust Fund kids, they were suitably exciting and held the audience's focus. There were issues with timing where the guitarist/keyboard player was concerned, though this was more noticeable in the drum-free quiet moments. Their musicianship was better than their vocals, so perhaps a third band member is in order to complete the group and allow the others to do their thing instrumentally.

2 parts Augie March (literally) and the rest crazy, Dan Kelly and his band  rocked out with a packed house and demonstrated talented musicianship that has been crafted from years of gigs. Sometimes during the set, their jams went on a little long, and this took a shine off an otherwise engaging performance. Kelly's banter was nice. His reasoning for the limited vine arrangement on stage was due to QANTAS losing their stage gear and breaking some of the greenery. This reviewer doesn't entirely buy that story but it, and the greenery, were amusing all the same.

At this point, reviewer must make mention that Kelly had some swimming caps branded for sale at the merch stand to complement his aquatic theme - this is a unique idea and a nice touch.

Kelly used both a standard mic and vocoder on the night. The latter didn't make much of an impact so was largely unnecessary. The boys rocked out with some great tracks including "The Decommissioner", "The Catholic Leader" and the song Kelly says he doesn't want to be remembered for "Bindi Irwin Apocalypse Jam" that was the only song the audience sang along to en masse.

'Twas a nice night of Aussie pub rock, that didn't totally hit the mark though for a self confessed “low rotation Triple J dude” he was certainly on form.