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.
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.
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.