Welcome to the 8 Foot Sativa 'Our Undoing' tour diary, here we're gonna be keeping everyone informed of how the tour is shaping up...
WEEK 2 - Dunedin, Christchurch, Nelson
27-29th September
After consuming a number of hop-filled beverages and defacing a number of in-flight magazines, we rolled into Dunedin prepared for the shite weather we've come to know and appreciate from the city, but instead were greeted with some actual sunlight ... A good start to what would be a killer 3 days on the road. We rolled into the venue and arrived to a PA in tatters, with soundman Craig doing his best to repair the damage. We set up shop and prepped the merch, and within an hour the PA was up and running and ready for the show. The turnout was fucking awesome, support acts nailed their sets and the we had a fuckload of fun playing. One awesome motherfucker said to us in passing 'I will soil myself if you play Believer'. We did, and we hope he did too. Monk however had to tackle the issue of a flatulent on-stage security guard frequently ripping up a foul storm. Kudos to him though for warding off potential stage-divers with a stinky hate-cloud of death. Big G Smith rarked the crowd up for our 'Chelsea Smile' encore, can't wait till he's back on form to properly rip the stage again. Post-show festivities were more or less limited to various encounters with an either severely inebriated, or perhaps potentially retarded audience member backstage. From here, we spent an evening of utter derelict in the biggest fuckhole of a backpackers - we woke sore and sleepless. The van trip that followed was also utter derelict.
"Weak, milky coffee – I'd prefer anal rape" - Rom's quote of the trip.
After vocalist Ben had finished munching down his vocal-ease tablets picked up from a Dunedin chemist (interestingly enough named 'Nigroids' – the marketing team for this company are either wildly naive or, well, racist) Christchurch kicked off with an all-ages at the Jetset lounge, where we played to an awesome and enthusiastic bunch of kids. We then packed down, and prepped for the R18 show a couple of hours later while the support acts kicked the audience's asses. Inhuman male toilets (a filthy, slimy, aromatic display) gave us that special feeling before playing, and Rom loosened up with 1 or 10 alcoholic brews, which shone through with a surprisingly hilarious display of stage antics, resulting in the near-decimation of his bass head after a bolt across stage. Good shit all round. We finished up the set again with 'Chelsea Smile', which for some reason makes people almost lose bowel-control. No-one knows why...
Nelson proved to be a fucking cracker of a show, and first and foremost we gotta give props to those that drove all the way from Invercargill and Chch to check it out! Highlights include band curries before the show (tasty, and also loosens the travelling bowel), Gary discussing his preferred nipple-type, Ben being bitten by a girl who thought it would be a great idea to 'bite the 8 Foot vocalist' and said girl being witnessed by Jamie getting flagrantly sexual in the pit (not as neat as it sounds). After the venue had packed down, we watched in awe of Nelson's night-life, quite an ugly-genitaled beast indeed ... and that's how we like it \m/
As a final note, props to Craig for sound and maintenance in Dunedin and of course Alicia Jetset for the hospitality and all-round niceness!
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WEEK 1 - Napier, Gisborne
20-21st September
Napier kicked off with a fairly odd experience for us all, bands adding themselves to the line-up (including a 2-man tighty-whitey rap group that was . surreal to say the least), kick drums blowing the PA at sound check and a door list 30 people strong from the bar manager. For all bands the audience was pretty stagnant, although we were heckled with a call of 'you're not playing Chelsea Smile - cause you caaaaaaan't'. haha holy fucking shit. Post-show antics included threats of lawsuits over verbal contracts(!), excessively weird conversation with the locals "she had a mouth ... and a vagina" and eye-brow-raising use of the 'n' word that fully cemented in our minds that Napier is a true gem in the current local music climate.
After a short and somewhat gaseous backpacker's sleep, it was off to Gisborne for an all-ages show that on arrival we learned was to take place at a ... church hall. After the initial disappointment had subsided, we set up for the show and met our soundman for the eve - a true old-school motherfucker who delivered the good shit. Many thanks must be flung in the direction of the Saving Grace guys for feeding our heathen asses, and for what turned out to be a really fucking cool show. Noise control problems and subsequent short set aside, the Gisborne crowd kicked ass and we kicked their's - so we will be back hopefully sooner than later to tear them another proverbial asshole. The post-show festivities included hilarity at the local backpackers - hearing small children take big shits (a fate not wished upon anyone), a Euro traveler proclaiming from the throne 'I make shit' and Rom bringing a new level of eloquence to the phrase 'sink my cock'. Beautiful stuff.
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