For the brief intermittence between sets the festival goers were in no lack of bangers as The Wonky Queenslander’s tent kicked off. The side tent, a decked out trailer accompanied by blow-up palms, podiums and a light show on another level, was dominated over the course of the night by the pop-up party crew. The night was alight with filthy mixes, slick moves and, of all things, a mobile pole equipped with a professional dancer, which failed to stop any of the more courageous punters from give it a humorous whirl.
As the light began to fade and the showers became less frequent, Peach Fur arrived to a healthy crowd screaming for the local foursome. The Gold Coast boys brought the energy from the start with umbrellas hitting the floor as a mad dash broke for the pitt. To complement the cowboy in tie-dye cutting shapes before Denny, Ben, Mike and Liam, Peach Fur forced the crowd to scream, with a memorable young lass even dubbing the fellas as “Insane.” Peach Fur’s surf rock combination of Sticky Fingers meets Tame Impala took Hey Sunshine into the dark of night.
Not to mention the continuation of unrivaled musical talent, mastery of beers from the Burleigh Brewing Co. boys and questionable punter dance moves; Mickey Wright, the Quiksilver and Jason Stevenson rider, had a whip from his quiver on display within the Brewery walls as artist extraordinaire Nick Potts illustrated the JS Industries surfboard with a unique art all of his own, with proceeds of the commission donated to the Gold Coast Youth Service. While this was open to be marveled the imaginative Thunder Fox cleansed the gullet and made way for the half-way mark.
Thunder Fox owned the stage, making themselves quite literally at home, with their denial of shorts as they opened with a riveting cover of Zeppelin’s ‘Immigrant Song’ draped in nothing but their underpants and a couple t-shirts. With a line-up of six members, there’s no shortage of funk in their sassy performance. With a sax, trumpet, set of strings and snazzy bass the fellas, in their eye-boggling attire, sailed through the sprinkle as the crowd hustled further and further toward capacity, and if their groove wasn’t enough to stir ticket-holders then their closing call of ‘Killing in the Name Of’ sang deep into the hearts of the crowd with force.
The headliners of the night took stage later than first warranted, a fact that did little to repress the Brisbane band’s extended set. The drying crowd awaited, patient as the night, as synchronised head bobs rocked the venue – punters and musicians alike – and the Belligerents debuted ‘Science Fiction’ live for the first time. With Konstantin slapping the bass, Jimmy and Andy jiving in sync, White Stag beating the drums, it was iconic to witness Lowis’ fan-revered limp hip shake as he strummed and let the vocals fly. With Lowis’ black on black attire and the boys closely following suit, the fresh five-piece owned Hey Sunshine with suave entertainment. It’s rare to see the appearance of such a positive crowd, those of mixed discourse and musical tastes, though as the Belligerents hypnotised the chaotic crowd, enveloping them in their art, there was one thing apparent – completely consistent – music always wins. And in this case, Hey Sunshine was welcomed into the music festival world with a bang.