‘Breaking Out Of Hell’ leans into ‘Stand Up For Rock N Roll’ and these guys are total rock stars. There’s a huge amount of energy coming from the Airbourne stage and this sea of drunken Sydneysiders are digging it. We emerge from the green room to a crowd even more excited than when we left. Airbourne have everything turned up to within an inch of causing an earthquake and I blow my voice out trying to be heard. Wall of Sound Photographer Mick G and I take off backstage to interview Satchel from Steel Panther real quick (coming soon) and it’s a damn near impossible task. If he has a concussion in a few years, we’ll all know why. He does it every show but it doesn’t get old. They rip into ’Too Much, Too Young, Too Fast’ and ‘Girls In Black’ as Joel grabs his white Gibson Explorer along with one of the many cans of VB scattered around the stage, takes off into the pit and smashes the can of beer on his head over and over until it sprays that frothy excellence over this excited Sydney crowd. The lunatic takes off like one of Elon’s rockets and does an air kick so high above the stage, he damn near kicks God in the nuts. Frontman Joel O’Keefe comes running out like he’s got half of Columbia up his nose. The lights dim to a half-cut and still filling room just as the theme music from Terminator comes over the speakers, and Airbourne busts out hard onto the stage launching into ‘Ready To Rock’. They are charged and ready to kick our arses. Two of the hugest party bands ever, these festival must-sees are fresh off of touring Europe and the US.
So what’s the occasion? It’s only the five-time Covid-rescheduled appearance of the mighty Sunset Strip icons Steel Panther, who have gone and brought with them the hard-rocking Aussies Airbourne to Sydney’s iconic Hordern Pavillion. It’s safe to say that if you’re a fan of cancel culture, then it’s probably best you pack up your Karen flag, find your pile of organic recycled sand and bury your #woke head in it. Everyone armed for a good time and maybe even prepared for a solid smattering of full-frontal nudity. Huge hair, no hair, an endless sea of mullets.
Adult kids of all genders and ages, decked out in denim battle jackets, faded black tees & well-worn leather, rolled up to a high-voltage Rock N Roll show in varying states of inebriation. Tonight’s cavalcade of brilliance is filled to the brim with all the trimmings of a bloody brilliant night. Tonight is not a night for furiously triggered supporters of hashtag causes that rush anonymously to online soapboxes screaming “WON’T SOMEBODY THINK OF THE CHILDREN!!!” If you’re easily offended and just flat out hate fun, then you’re in the wrong place champ.
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