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March 10, 2008 | by  | in Music |
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Metal Night

Chuganaut, Masters of Metal and Dave Snell, Mount Street Bar, Friday 29 February

This was one of the sweetest gig concepts I’ve witnessed: massive speaker stacks rattling a student cafe; opening with a hair-metal covers band in lycra and spandex; finish with a kookie damn bassy weird metal; and in between the two, hear Waikato’s famous boganologist Dave Snell talk about, well, the audience.

There were only thirty-odd people there, but it didn’t matter since the vibe was geat, and anyway the best moshpits have only a handful of people in an open space going berserk but picking one another up at the end. The lead singer of Masters of Metal’s heart-shaped hole in his spandex top (revealing bushy chest hair) was a highlight.

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