Freq Awesome

In my hostel in Wellington I had some wicked roomies - 2 hilarious frat-boy-esque Kiwis, a British girl and 2 Canadian kids. After somehow frittering away a couple of hours just chatting and laughing, I politely declined an invite to go to a strip club with the boys and headed out to see Freq Nasty at the brilliantly-named Sandwiches.

It's been forever since I paid to get into a gig so handing over the $30 cover was a bit galling, especially when the warm up act consisted of a hipster dude DJing in a mouse hat and his dick of a mate going "sheeeet" every 5 seconds. It was all totally worth it though when Freq, with his mental hair, had to play a hiphop mashup of Black Sabbath's 'War Pigs' 3 times because he couldn't get Serato working. Classic.

The gig was actually fantastic, me crunking away there on my own to a surprisingly amazing show. He moved from a metal start through electro, breaks, dnb and dubstep and ended with a crashing 20 minute jungle outro. I was happier than a pig in junglist muck, especially when he played a dub-grime version of Welcome To Jamrock, which is a favourite tune of mine even before its been ripped apart and smashed together to resemble a sonic version of the Iron Man suit. A travelling highlight for shizzle.

The day after I got myself some brunch and listened to a very telling conversation between 3 doctors behind me. Apparently one of them felt very dodgy dealing with a corpse because he couldn't be sure it was the right person:

"He looked like he did when he slept, and you never see people asleep - he looking completely different."

Also

"Grandpa was Grandpa, Mum was Mum and Dad was....something else."

I had to stifle giggles over my parfait.