Deja Voodoo

Unfortunately Mr Dobbyn was too soft for this post-show ritual tonight, so the horde had to settle for a repeat of the first two songs, this time round with a lesson in the lyrics. Two songs is a lengthy time for anyone without a beer, so when Skull-Bucket reached for another brewski, his surprise identity was revealed - Dave Dobbyn had fronted up, straight out of his curly-mullet years of the 80’s!

Half an hour later, after exhausting their entire catalogue, the dwindling but devoted crowd waited round in drunken anticipation to see a repeat of the now infamous Big Day Out show, where their 45 minute set ended with Skull-Bucket being smashed over the head with the bass guitar.

Overall it was definitely an amusing set, but I think Deja Voodoo are part of a unique category of bands that are likely to provide a more entertaining show the more pissed they get.

After a late start, opening with Redline and Gasoline Cowboy, Deja Voodoo finally took the stage around midnight, before wasting more time asking the audience “Does anybody know how the bass amp goes?”. Last night they seemed a little bit too sober for their own good, but then again this didn’t bother the “bunch of pissed cunts” that turned up for a night of shit rock ‘n’ roll and drunken antics

. I’ve only got Four’) and share heart-felt moments in songs like Feelings (‘Let’s talk about feelings, Feeling your tits, Feeling your arse. ctions (‘I smoke ‘P’ all day’/‘I would give you one of my beers, but I’ve only got Six. “Drink more piss!” was the obvious solution suggested and shortly after taking heed of this advice, ‘Skull-Bucket’ (for Skull-Bucket read: Flaming handle-bars screwed on to a motor-bike helmet with a latex mask) and his ‘Back of the Y’ cronies, Matt Heath and Chris Stapp, kicked off the set with their latest single Beers before belting out the anthemic hit poised for international success We Are Deja Voodoo.