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Double neck basses, wailing vocals and dirty, hard grooves produce the audacious combination that is the Super Florence Jam. The nearly full crowd in The Hi-Fi early are treated to energy pouring off the first support act. If only they had more time surely they would come close to upstaging tonight’s main event.

The trademark, crystal sound of the house PA winds up again for Gran Dynamite. Tight, summery pop-rock is served up, backed by beats designed to move feet from static to dynamic, and the heat has started to rise already. The toes and heads of the most attractive crowd Brisbane has seen in a long time shuffle and nod. Generous applause swells, and before we know it these four lads are making way for British India.

Curtain aside and lights down the band enter sans pomp to a packed house, completely belying their pent up energy. What has been a happy, smiley bunch instantly turns rabid as the lead guitarist mounts the fold back, SG held defiantly aloft, and let’s loose with licks worthy of Angus himself. Crowd favourite Tie Up My Hands sees crowd surfing and mosh pits explode front and centre, with bodies flying over the barrier and hands waving wildly, begging to be secured.

Drawing from their sophomore release, Thieves, This Dance Is Loaded slowly builds from chattering hi-hats to stomping disco beats, nearly drowned out by screaming vocals and what appears to be a monkey with a guitar who leaps to and from drum riser, fold back and off all four walls incessantly. The infectious track somehow steals the attention of security, as two stage crashers realise every drunk music fan’s dream, and provide backing dancers for the boys.

While, “the man” would never advocate breaking the road rules, Run The Red Light dared you to speed on through, but keep your lips to yourself. As if almost apologetic for running the crowd ragged through old and new material including, You Will Die And I Will Take Over, House Party and Russian Roulette, new single, I Said I’m Sorry couldn’t have anyone more excited to be here, to steal a turn of phrase from the pint-sized Melia himself. Is it a worthy single? All I know is my beer was vibrated off the damn table from the excitement.

After the brief, obligatory sojourn British India return to fill our heads with images of waking up in a stranger’s bed in Council Flat. At the end of a night of screaming till veins threatened to pop, the lights are up and polite farewells and thanks are imparted, and everyone, band included, races for fresh air to quell the heat. Want a live show to work yourself over in? See these guys. Quality.