by RICHARD SHARMAN
I arrived at the Annandale just after nine, to find I had
missed the first band The Exiles, from reports I heard from various people they
were with catching. A couple of beers and a bit of chat to a few familiar faces
and then the Booby Traps took to the stage.
Every time I see the Booby Traps they keep getting better and better, this was
no exception, and with the big sound of the Annandale PA they sounded a treat.
Good sixties garage girl rock, with some mighty fine fuzz lead guitar. Good fun!
Next up was the outfit that everyone had come to see. I hadn’t had the pleasure
of seeing Six Ft Hick before, but had seen the bands Geoff and Ben Corbett front
when they aren’t teamed up on Hick duty; The Tremors and Gentle Ben and his
sensitive side. But from the first blast of guitar rock from Six Ft Hick it was
clear this was a different beast.
Six Ft Hick are a five-piece band featuring Tony Giacca on bass, Dan Baebler on
guitar, Fred on drums and Geoffro and Gentle Ben Corbett as the twin front men.
They deliver a sound and show that conjures up images of bastard spawn of The
Stooges and The Dead Kennedys. Their sound is primal, melodic and as full of raw
I don’t know what they put in the water in the Corbett household but whatever it
is it’s something damned special. These boys can sing, they can howl, they can
scream and they can MOVE… back flips, dancing, athleticism it is all there –
it’s not often you see this type of stage presence from one front man – let
alone two – the stage and the show is definitely theirs.
The Corbett brothers were not content to remain confined to the stage with both
making excursions into the crowd and along the bar… Geoff pulling off his cowboy
boot and having a barmaid fill it with beer then drinking from it before
upending it over his head… Ben showed his climbing aptitude raising himself up
the speaker stands and literally hanging from the rafters at various stages in
There were few breaks between songs the band just keeping the sonic assault
happening except for a small break in proceedings to honour the late great
Premier of Queensland, Sir Joh Bjelke-Petersen.
After well over an hour on stage the band launched into a killer cover of the
Johnny Thunders anthem to heroin, “Chinese Rocks”, to close their set.
After a short break, Fred picked up a guitar and sang a delightful ditty
dedicated to golden showers. He then went back behind his kit and the rest of
the band then joined him for a final encore.
All I can say is – WHAT A FUCKING SHOW! This is maximum rock and roll at its
finest and if you have to sell your grandmother or children to see these guys,
put them on eBay now!
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