Goodshirt – Dunedin Craft Beer Festival – 11/11/17

The Dunedin Craft Beer & Food Festival is fast becoming the flagship event in the city’s social calendar. It has certainly been the most important date on my radar since I first went four years ago and it’s just about the best use there is for a covered stadium, certainly in this part of the world. There has always been a stage and bands, just for background noise really, but the size of the set up and the quality of the acts has been steadily improving over the years, to the point where I’m slightly worried that it will become a music festival with additional craft beer. I’ve never taken the slightest bit of notice in the stage in the past, choosing to ignore The Black Seeds and some rapper or other P-Money? Scribe? I have no fucking idea, but I had definitely heard of them.

This year though, we are treated to Nomad, Goodshirt and the legendary Dave Dobbyn. I’m not a fan of Nomad or Dobbyn, but a massive Goodshirt fan. It’s a genuine toss-up between Goodshirt and The Datsuns, the tag of ‘my favourite ever Kiwi band’. The missus and I saw them 3 times in a week once, when they were trying to ‘crack’ the UK market in London. They rather selfishly split up shortly after we emigrated to NZ though, and then rather secretly, and to pretty much zero critical acclaim, reformed a couple of years back and released an EP that got no recognition whatsoever. It’s not bad really, as a couple of last minute Spotify plays will testify. In exactly the same mould as the 2 albums, and none of the tracks are over 3 mins so I don’t mind if they play a couple.

However, cynical as though I may seem, I’m really a bit worried that one of my favourite bands ever will have lost it in the intervening years. Got fat and drunk too much and reformed out of necessity rather than the love of making a noise together. It wouldn’t be the first time, though. These occasions have a habit of disappointing.

Goodshirt @ Dunedin Craft Beer Festival
Goodshirt at Dunedin Craft Beer Festival

They have only been given 45 minutes, so I’m guessing it will be hits, hits, hits and maybe one off the new EP. After the announcement of the winners in the home-brew contest (nothing for me, my Pecan Pie Porter was clearly too specialist for the judges’ palates) they amble onto the stage to a fairly unremarkable reception. I wouldn’t recognise Rodney Fisher (singer any more, he has a large beard and hipster spectacles. Gareth the keyboardist I recognise, although he has a few streaks of grey in his barnet. I wouldn’t have a clue if the other two are the originals or not. It’s been a while (12 years) since I caught the bus up to Kentish Town to see them in a pub. Blowing Dirt is the opener and holy shitballs they still sound good. The sound itself is great, and they are right on the money, tight and totally not gone to seed as I feared. Rodney and Gareth still have great voices, they’re smiling while they do it too. Gareth is still (for me) the star of the show, handling bass, keyboard and vocals at the same fucking time – legend. The greatest hits are duly worked through – Sophie, Place To Be, Fiji Baby, Cement, Lucy, Dumb Day, Buck It Up, one of the new ones, and (obviously) ending on Green. As I predicted.  A master class in spiky power pop.

Who ate all the pies?
Rodney Shirt

They go down extremely well, too. No more than a couple of dozen people were actually standing in front of the stage area when they came on, but by the second song three or four times that had got up to boogie. A beer festival is not as easy a crowd to win over as you might think – yes, everyone’s pissed, but they are mostly there for the beer and the music is secondary.

Certainly was for me, as 45 minutes without a refill seemed like a bloody eternity. So I literally ran for the nearest stall and ignored the stage for the rest of the day. Absolutely brilliant day out.

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Black Sabbath + Rival Sons – Forsyth Barr Stadium, Dunedin – 30/04/16

So I’m finally going to the Forsyth Barr stadium to see a concert. The giant fucking rugby stadium that we didn’t need. The white elephant that Dunedin ratepayers didn’t even want. I whinged and moaned about it at the start, but I’m finally coming to terms with the fact that it’s here to stay, so I might as well use the fucking thing.

I’ve been there half a dozen times before (Rugby World Cup, Football World Cup qualifying tournaments, Wellington Phoenix, Beer Festivals etc) and it’s all very nice and everything, but I’ve never been there for a gig. I’ve never been that tempted by the music on offer to stump up the $150+ necessary to see it. What have we had over the 4 years since it was opened? Elton John, Aerosmith, Fleetwood Mac, Paul Simon & Tom Jones. Not my all time list of must-see artists (although I have actually seen all of them except Fleetwood Mac before, but that’s irrelevant). But I’ll go and see Sabbath. Even at $170 I’ll go and see Sabbath. Even though the sound at Forsyth Barr is legendarily poor (to the point where it’s been said that it sounds better from Logan Park than in the actual stadium). Even though I have gone on record as saying that these days I’m only going to fork out big bucks on bands I’ve never seen before. Even though this is going to be probably the most expensive gig I’ve ever seen. Yup, I’m going.

I bought the ticket 4 months ago. It’s been pinned up on my noticeboard, glaring at me and shouting “$170? You could have bought your kids a couple of pair of shoes each for that” or “$170? That’s 17 high-end craft beers from New World” or “$170? That’s four times as much as the total face value of tickets from all previous times you’ve seen Black Sabbath”. I think only Madonna in 2004 (£100 !?) was actually more expensive than this, but that was back in the days of being unshackled by mortgage and children.

So, money concerns aside, the day is finally here, and tonight I’M GOING TO SEE BLACK SABBATH!! The greatest metal band of all time, if the ads for the concert are to be believed. They’ve certainly been a fairly big part of my life since 1987 or so. Legends, in fact. It’s just Ozzy, Geezer and Tony these days, but to be honest I think the position of drummer  (and no disrespect to Bill Ward here) is the easiest to swap out for some random session dude. It’s not like replacing Neil Peart in Rush, for instance. It’s going to be good, for sure.

The atmosphere in and around Forsyth Barr is electric. Hordes of black clad fans of all ages are milling around, and the crowd is not nearly as male dominated as you would expect of a metal gig. Like at the Buzzcocks a few weeks ago, there are a lot of strange hairy characters here that you just don’t see round and about town normally. Where do they hide? Quite an encouraging number of younger people too. I mean, Sabbath’s best records were made before I was born. Slightly disappointed by the turnout though – only half the stadium is being used – there is temporary seating on the halfway line and quite a lot of space at the back of the pitch but most of the seats look occupied. At a rough guess maybe 8-10 thousand? C’mon Dunedin, you should do better than this

rivalsonsRival Sons is the support act, not someone I’d ever heard of, but a prior bit of research on Spotify revealed them to be a pretty decent blues rock outfit from Long Beach, with only a couple of albums under their belts. They are very good in person, sort of dirty Black Crowes end of the blues rock spectrum, with more than a passing resemblance to Zeppelin. The most striking thing about them (and unfortunately my Nokia Lumia’s camera can’t do justice to this) is the beard on the tambourine/keyboard/pedal steel player. It’s a chinmuff of ZZ Top proportions, this guy could easily pass off as an Amish. I even recognise two of their songs from my brief Spotify session earlier in the day. Or maybe I recognise them from Houses Of The Holy. Difficult to tell…

sabAnd so to business. After a quick trip to the bar it’s time for the main course. Lights down, volume up and here we go. The crowd noise is fantastic as the video screen shows some flashy animation of dragons and fire and other metal clichés. The (almost) septuagenarian metal gods wander out of the shadows to the sound of a lone church bell, and this means only one thing. Black Sabbath. They’re opening with their eponymous signature tune, the heaviest, most evil, sinister riff ever written. It’s so simple, just three notes, not even chords, and it’s basically the riff that gave birth to heavy metal, nearly half a century ago. It’s probably my favourite Sabbath tune and they smash it out of the park. My fears of poor acoustics are entirely unfounded, and I don’t even need my ear plugs – it’s just about as good a sound as you could wish for in a stadium. A procession of the greatest of greatest hits then streams forth – Snowblind, After Forever, Faeries Wear Boots, Behind The Wall Of Sleep, War Pigs, Children of the Grave, Iron Man etc etc. I’m sure they’re very proud of their latest album but they don’t go anywhere near it. In fact, I don’t think they venture much later than about 1972, which is fine by me. More than fine. I know every note of every song they play and it is all FUCKING BRILLIANT. All of it. Even Tommy Clufeto’s monster drum solo (he’s way way more of a showman than Bill Ward). I’m not normally one for big solos but I am exhausted just watching this guy, the sheer effort he is putting into hitting ALL of his drums as LOUD and as FAST as he can deserves applause, which it duly gets, and lots.ozzy

And then the highpoint of the evening, as Ozzy yells at us ‘WE LOVE YOU AUCKLAND!’ If it were anyone else, I think I’d be more than a little offended, but as it’s Ozzy, and it’s such a, well, Ozzy thing to do, we’ll let it pass with a wry smile. What the fuck must he have been like at the height of his excesses though?

Then it’s good night Dunedin, you’ve been amazing, see you later. And off they trudge so we can play the encore game. You know you’re coming back on. We know you’re coming back on. You know we know you’re coming back on. And they come back on and surprise surprise, it’s for a single encore, Paranoid. It’s a great song, and a great way to round off an all too short night.

theendI wonder if it really is the end? It’s certainly not their first farewell tour, and if the bank balances run dry again, I wouldn’t bet against seeing them coming out of retirement. Sad to see them go, but it’s probably for the best. Either way, they have done immense things in music. They almost single handedly invented an entire genre of music for fuck’s sake, you can’t get more immense than that.

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