Crawling Up the Walls at Frankie’s

Every year, just like the rest of us, the Queen of England has a birthday.

And for some reason, this means that most of Australia gets a public holiday. Does it make sense? Not really. Are we complaining? God no. Especially when it means Frankie’s Pizza Bar in Sydney CBD uses the holiday to host a spectacular array of hell-raising bands.

From start to finish, the night was full-throttle rock and roll madness. You could tell no one had work the next day by the way they were behaving, and hangovers were well and truly booked in for the Monday morning. With a lineup that included Flight to Dubai, Dress Up, and C.O.F.F.I.N, it was a Sunday session like no other.

Unsurprisingly, Flight to Dubai were flawless. I’ve seen these guys a few times now, and can confirm they’re only getting better with every show. If you haven’t seen them—do. Next up was skate-rock phenomenon Dress Up, hailing from Austin, Texas. Staying true to their name, they took to the stage in fishnets and fluorescent wigs, with a zero fucks given attitude that rubbed off on everyone in the room right from the very first lyric. People lost their shit. With the spray of beer from the band members’ mouths the only hope of cooling the mosh pit, Dress Up began to strip down as the heat started to take control.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get more out of hand, Northern Beaches band C.O.F.F.I.N got onstage to close the night. Every time I see C.O.F.F.I.N, it seems as though their riffs have some kind of hypnotic power, turning the place into crowd surfing mayhem. If you make it through a C.O.F.F.I.N set without a foot or leg smacking you in the head, I congratulate you.

Frankie’s’ notoriously low ceilings provided punters with a challenge—whoever could walk the furthest across the ceiling before being fished down by security, was the winner. By the end of the night, it seemed as though there were more feet on the ceiling than the floor.

Make sure you try and catch Dress Up and C.O.F.F.I.N at venues all around Australia as they continue their HELL RIDE tour. Oh, and youth of Australia, forget about shoey’s from here on out (really, please do, they suck) and take note from the C.O.F.F.I.N boys—start sinking your beers from a cowbell. It’s way cooler.

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