And you better believe it was. Goodness me, the absolute
kings of the genre were in town (in another country, of course), and no way was
I going to miss this.

Was in the arena by 8, although the show itself started
around 5. But judging by the masses that preferred to loiter outside rather
than catch the action inside, my guess would be that the opening acts were not
very inspiring, to put it mildly. I do have some sympathy for these
up-and-coming local guys who perform to pathetic 50+ crowds. They must have
thought they hit the jackpot when they were asked to open for SOIA. Alas, the
only people who really “cared” about them were those who didn’t really care
about the music; those who just release pent-up frustrations in the pit,
slam-dancing their dirtbag sweaty bodies against each other. It’s okay mates - straight edge, hardcore, hip-hop, punk, rap, rock…this night was not one for tribalism.

So proceeded straight for the t-shirts! The heavily-tattooed
“Merch Lady” had a somewhat limited selection, but this was the original shit.
And for $20, definitely bargain shit. Got 2 of ‘em. But I don’t really know how
to describe Mei (May?) Ling, other than she probably follows SOIA around the world, taking care of their merchandise. So I leave it for you to decide. (And no, I didn’t
ask about her ethnic background and somehow try to make sense of her
name…there was other stuff to be done).

The final opener was the most accomplished: Stompin Ground.
The fathers of Lion City Hard Core, according to the “emcee”. (Alvin Devadas
a.k.a. Alu, if you’re reading this, get a No. 2 haircut and you would be him –
no joke). But even they weren’t much fun; to be fair, probably because I didn’t
know any of their stuff, so it was just noise to me. The Tok Imam drummer was
cool though (konon nak pull-off opposing trends…but definitely wicked).

Then a 30-minute break, for the guys to prepare their stuff.
So relaxed; no restrictions and shit. We could just hang out with the guys
while the stage was being set. But look at the guy in the Punisher t-shirt at the back, complaining to Mike and security about his lost cap. Yo macha, this isn’t some lame-ass pit, it’s the real deal. I saw two dudes who fainted, a guy with a cut eye, and a chick who came out limping. And this guy’s worried about his cap.

Okay, showtime. Lou comes out and says a few words, about 15
seconds. And just like that, they kick off. Fuhhhhh Manchu, THIS WAS THE SHIT.
I really can’t explain what energy these 40-something year olds had, and how they
translated it to everyone of the 500 people there, but even if I could, I’d
rather save it for myself
The best three were definitely Step Down,
Machete and Take The Night Off, especially the latter when it came to the
ironic chorus:
We’ll save the world tomorrow,
But in the meantime,
Let’s celebrate that we don’t give a f*ck,
With the middle finger high in the air.
But the ultimate bestest of allest was truly Uprising
Nation. Walao, the beginning of that track will crunch your nuts* man. There
were many others from the very early albums (done for the old school machas
there; and there were quite a few, even one guy who came from the Philippines). And after hearing those live, will definitely have to find those
stuff as well. Classic shit.
After two hours of crackerjackers, it was over. Adrenaline begins
to normalise, slowly. Hearing sense fluctuates. And this is the part where
absolutely nothing else can compare to hardcore; meeting the band members was
as easy as meeting your neighbour. Hardcore on stage; absolute nice guys off
it. Couldn’t get Pete though; Lou said he had some stuff to take care of with
his wife Maggie. And missed Armand by about 10 seconds because I was with Lou
at the time. Damn! So it was just Lou, Craig and the guys’ go-to-guy Mike,
who’s no lame duck on the performing side as well.



From the pics, I think I’ll need a haircut very soon. Oh and
one more, just for fun.

"As always, Sick of It All is an undeniable force that continues to
breathe life into an often oversaturated and stale hardcore scene. And
thankfully, there doesn’t seem to be an end in sight." ~ Corey Apar, All
Music Guide, reviewing Death to Tyrants.
* I would like to take this opportunity to apologise for the
inability of my feeble mind to come up with the female equivalent of the phrase
“crunch your nuts”. If there are any valid suggestions, please do inform me so
that I would not repeat the same slight again. I hope that my previous
postings, especially this would show that I am very much gender-unbiased. In
fact, I would go so far to say that I am an equal opportunity sexist, but maybe
I’ll save that for another time.