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Quiet Child opened, and we only caught the last three songs, but enjoyed chillaxing with our beers to them. Bit of a dreamy acoustic sound. Bongos. Bongos are cool, and give a band a kinda White-Boy Latin vibe. At least Jayne thinks so. Doug thought they sounded darker than that. And would certainly have liked to have seen the whole set. It seemed an odd choice, in retrospect, for a man who opened by thoroughly punishing a defenceless acoustic guitar, popping a vein or three, and screaming “I Want You To Diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie”

Awesome!

After this thoroughly entertaining introduction to the aural monolith that is Nick Oliveri, we thought there was no way he was going to top it. It was like all your favourite horror movies in acoustic form, and by that we mean that it was the greatest thing we’d ever heard. I mean, some of your friends might be grossed out by it, but others will be entranced. It was essentially a dude screaming both his lungs up and out, while playing an acoustic guitar really fast. But it was also one of the most genuine, and one of the most honest performances, we’ve seen in a while. And this was the feeling after song three. At the fourth song, it got even better:

He played Green Machine, the Kyuss song, after a punter requested it loudly over the cheering crowd.

Kyuss, man!!!!!!!

KYUSS!!!!!!!!!

I mean, someone shouted “Kyuss* song!” ... _and he cheerfully obliged. Oliveri, by that point quite clearly enjoying himself, asked the crowd if they had any requests. They most certainly did! Oliveri proceeded to play all of them, a mixture of classic Kyuss, Mondo Generator and Queens of the Stone Age tunes, bar one: Dougie’s request for Life Of Sin.

Sad reviewer :-(

In the lead-up to this gig (which we’d both been looking forward to for months) we mused to ourselves the fairness or otherwise of the legendary Nick Oliveri playing acoustic to a (probably) small crowd at Jive, on a weeknight, when if it were Josh Homme it would be Thebarton and yadda yadda whatever. Nick himself killed any pity, self or otherwise, when he declared from the stage that he’d been to Australia, and Adelaide before; he’d played the Big Day Out, and “Fuck that shit: This here’s the real shit, right here in small venues like Jive, on a Thursday night, playing a club show”.

And right he is. And we were right: it was a small crowd. Upstairs wasn’t open and there was plenty of room to move. But it was the shiznit. Every punter was obviously a huge fan, and we all just lapped it up. Nick told us some jokes while he played the Tuning Song, made us laugh, and after the show everyone got to shake the man’s hand and tell him how much we appreciated his taking the time to drop by for a beer and a jam. King among men.

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