The Preservatives, St Peter’s Thursday, The Lucky Strikes

Save the date, the boys are back in town, no beating around the bush, this gig is better late than never.

These birds of a feather a ready to break ice and throw thoughtless pennies at the wind, or something.

Come bob-out with the homies and catch a non-contagious vibe as we break legs and get upset about spilt milk.

Featuring:

The Preservatives – notorious mustard-cutters from way back.

Supported by:

Saint Peter’s Thursday – speak of the devil’s advocate, these boys get out of hand.

Lucky Strikes – I think I developed emphysema at one of their concerts.

Come and see what tertiary-level arts education can do for you by parting with your hard-earned cash in exchange for a solid 4 hours of live music.

Can you dig it?

$10 and a handshake on the door. Music at 9pm. Be there or be a dead horse.

For those who made it this far – a poem.

Stagnant coffee chills, late in the evening,
Fermenting some dark spirit, and aging like wine.
From a sip of the tonic, the note-smith plucks,
A canticle hymn, and perennial rhyme

Sub-division rehearsal, once again, from-the-top
Old teacups, refilled in good time
With vintage champagne, our spirit grows young,
by virtue of chardonnay vine

From evenings in garages, and lockdowns in-lounge
Three combos emerge in their prime
All clad in their jackets, to make such a racket,
like benevolent organised crime.