I still find it remarkably surprising that there are people who don’t know who Frenzal Rhomb are, because they have been a band I have listened to as far back as I remember. I can vividly recall watching them play ‘You Cant Move Into My House’ on recovery in the 1990s. Twenty-five years on, Frenzal Rhomb are still putting on shows that will get you more pumped than a Corgi getting rooted by a Rottweiler.
Dragging myself into Crowbar at ten o’clock at night while still fighting the acidic reflux from the night before was an effort, let me tell you. But once I got in and the music started, I was glad I did. I know that the metal-heads are always banging on about how crazy their mosh-pits are, but they have nothing on a good old fashioned punk pit. There was so much energy in the room that Tesla would have had an untameable erection. The thing I like about the punk scene so much is that no one gives a shit about who you are, or how you are dressed. As far as they are concerned, any one who is there for the music is a friend of theirs. There was young guys, old guys, young chicks, old chicks, people wearing denim, and even a guy wearing business attire. An all inclusive smattering of people who are just there to hear some good music and have a good time... and honestly, you can’t tell me that punk doesn’t make you want to punch dance out your rage.
My highlights from the night was ‘Bird Attack’ featuring Steve from Clowns, the top three voted songs (‘Mum Changed The Locks’, ‘Never Had So Much Fun’ & ‘Punch In The Face’), and watching a guy get driven into the ground like a star piquet by the bouncers. The night was detracted only slightly by the fact that the basement of Crowbar is hotter than Satan’s arsehole after chilli night.
If you haven’t heard of Frenzal Rhomb, or you’ve never been to a punk show before, give yourself an uppercut and get on that shit.