Live Review: Skegss, Good Boy, Pist Idiots

Igniting the evening with their distorted, heartfelt sound, Pist Idiots give us the perfect setlist to feel a total '90s revival within Howler’s band room for the third night of this line-up’s three consecutive sold-out shows.

With their loud, crispy amplification, Good Boy welcome more giddy punters to the show. Green Dress has us really moving, with our spilling drinks, into the first assembly of a mosh pit. Guitarist Tom Lindeman announces, "This song's about my dead dog," and, with awe from the crowd, Rian King drives his bass riffs through the speakers.

The three-piece get us hyped for the headlining act, and have us singing along during Transparency. Their performance is brought to an energetic close with their new single, Braap.

The short intermission becomes an impromptu hip hop DJ set, our jumping becoming awkward dancing before the beats are drowned out by our roaring cheer for Skegss as the headliners take the stage.

As they open with My Face, stage-divers ambush the stage within seconds of the opening chords. Guitarist Benny Reed has a stoked grin on his face that remains throughout the show. Progressing into their set, Reed and bassist Toby Cregan maintain epically comical crowd banter.

Security guards attempt stopping the hyped-up punters, but they’re out of luck as Fun takes us over. Cregan's just about lost his voice, but that doesn’t stop him from encouraging Reed to do a ‘shoey’ with the Cooper's that he's just thrown his way. Despite our encouragement, Reed decides to "drink it like a normal person", and soon a loose bloke in the crowd is sculling beer from his Chuck Taylor.

With us all adorned in grunge uniforms, the room's a manic scene that could've been straight from the '90s. Our swaying crowd fluctuates across the room like tidal waves, the stage-divers our riptides. During New York California, there’s a three-person shoulder stack down the back, but they soon fall down unnoticed as we’re all mesmerised by the guy who has just backflipped into the crowd.

Selfie stage-dives commence, and soon we’re encouraged into a wall of death. We're introduced to Jack Irvine, whose art show's in the back of a Europcar truck outside, and we receive his "wise words", as Cregan puts it, which are, "Beer and pot!" — an appropriate lead into LSD. As Skegss bring their memorable set to a close with Spring Has Sprung, our crowd is completely berserk.