After seeing the Black Angels at the Palace I was not feeling the greatest and was hoping that someone would pour me into a cab. My friend Mark had other ideas and after fruitlessly searching for his cousin Billy who had disappeared into the ether Mark decided we needed to go somewhere else. The somewhere else being the Cherry Bar in AC DC Lane.
How could I refuse? In fact the cold Melbourne air was waking me up. And I thought I looked sharp. Not that the bouncer at Cherry Bar agreed. He didn't like the idea of my tie but he though the black denim jeans and Doc martens put me over the line. I should of mentioned I played there a few months back but that might have sounded desperate. Anyway we were in. Almost immediately it felt like Rubber Soul as they played sixties guitar hits and Doors and Led Zeppelin. It actually seemed like the ghost of Ronnie held court above the turntables. He would have loved this place. Actually the time we played there a few ex Rubber Soul punters had come up to me and chatted about the old days. Well there's no old days in great rock music.
In between the Deep Purple and The Who they played this song. It sounded familiar but I had to use my iPhone to scan it. Because it sounded so damn good. It rocked. Eagles of Death Metal. I didn't know much about them but the next day I was on Spotify digging their music and trying to find their albums on vinyl. They're my new favourite band.
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