Palmerston North was f***ing sick. from the magic the gathering themed venue to fat al and his klingon tattoos. We managed to rock up at the last minute and set up the mish at crack head speed. Speaking of crack heads shout outs to Dion and his bros, smangin Cindys screw drivers and doing free style raps outside the venue. The journey to Palmerston North was prolonged courtesy of Oscar who managed to get the van stuck in sand after he got to excited at the sight of snow on the desert road. It was mean though cause we had a snow ball fight and I dodged a snowball like Neo dodged bullets in the matrix.
The opening bands where fucking cool, big ups to Sweater who played their first show and where mean as fuck . Also to Hydro Raspberry who managed to combine being a rock quest band with the ability to not dress up in flares and aviators, which was good to see. Beach Pigs cranked out their hits and got the crowd thrown their best mosh moves. Could Palmerston North be the mosh capital of New Zealand? We'll have to wait and find out. After the show we all smanged it back to Jacob from Sweaters house, got on the chill wave. Oscar talks in his sleep and Dahnu makes groaning noises, that was cool. So here we are now on our way to the river city Whanganui my birth place and spiritual home. The plan is to replenish my mana by doing a manu into the Whanganui river, then we gonna hit up the legendary Whanganui op shops to find some cool indie styles. People in small towns think Aucklanders are f***kwits for this reason
- Jeremy Goatsman