I leaned against a wall, and waited for it to begin, as people began pouring in. The scheduled beginning of 1pm passed, and not long after I dropped a coin into the box. I stood there next to this guy in a battle jacket who I recognised from the other day—I would later find out his name is Seth.

I bought some Coffin merch and planted my feet onto the grimy concrete floor.

There was this black dog that wandered out and about, treading on the feet of the gig goers. It was time for the first act—Fat Dog and The Tits.

I didn't have high hopes for this band, and admittedly, their first few songs were low in energy, with some in the crowd nodding their heads more for courtesy than anything.

I was looking forward to the next band—Shock Value. Their name was plastered throughout every event, and I wanted to see them live.

Fat Dog was highly reminiscent of Amyl and The Sniffers, except slower in tempo and points where it seemed like there was going to be a breakdown, but fools you at the last second—it was like anticipating a high point, before being let down and prevented from going crazy, as the band went on to either another verse or a less exciting next part.

However, considering that they stated they had no released material, it could just be that their music is still very rough and unrefined. This isn't a bad thing in itself, it's just that for me personally, their music just didn't vibe. Theirs was this slowed down psychedelic infused pub influenced punk residue rock. For an opening act it was to be expected, as they are usually just an appetizer for the main course anyway.

They did win my heart by the end though, especially with their last few songs, which were faster in tempo, which I liked, although still left me hungry. Their set did serve as a great warmer for the crowd.

I would soon learn later that they are actually quite acclaimed, and word has been spreading about them through the pub and bar scene, they even played a festival in the Gold Coast Hinterland. I'm pleased to have seen them play—it was sure better than sitting at home being a sack of infectious human waste.

To be real, this wasn't a memorable performance for me, but for a free gig and a band just starting out, I'll give them an honest 7.3/10. Definitely led to a great build up for next act which is:

Shock Value. Yet again Arran McKenzie made a surprise appearance, serving as the keyboard player. I asked him if he was in Shock Value as a joke and he said that he was. Is this a new lineup change? Because if it is, it sure is for the better.

Me and Arran had unfinished business. The Slab CD he gave turned out to be missing the disc itself, but luckily he had a spare. I nearly thought I got scammed or badly pranked when I opened the case after coming home from the gig.

Shock Value was on, and the frontman took his shirt off and wrapped himself in some plastic stuff, which gave off a BDSM aesthetic. I told them to "play loud and quick so there can be a mosh pit".

During the soundcheck the band made funny faces, with Arran making a duckface, and the lead singer posing amusingly.

They jumped right into their song Rich Bitch, and immediately you could feel that they were genuine punk, not pop marketed as punk or some indie band who calls themselves punk. Their style is a Radio Birdman, Stooges, The Saints kind of punk. Close to old rock and roll, but still fast and furious.

There was this one song that had the two guitars layered in such a way that it made the harmonics blend together smoothly. I looked through their catalogue for it, but couldn't find it. Perhaps it's unreleased material.

There was this one crowd member who said: "they're overrated, I'm not gonna do that" to their friend, saying that they did not want to jam out simply because they are "overrated".

Well, they must be denying themselves from enjoying the music. The frontman infused the floor with his sweat permanently, and they were a massive step up from the previous act. Being a punk, post hardcore, emo type person, they quenched the thirst that was left behind before their set.

Shock Value is an edgier version of Piss Off. While Piss Off gives off refined woody notes of Weezer, especially on their first album Gormless, and pseudo-midwest emo nerdy vibes, with the members wearing brown leather jackets, and sometimes being scared of breaking their instruments, Shock Value is like a cold hard beer, with their band members black leather jackets, and playing so hard the mic got unplugged and the amp got fucked up, yet still with a soft white underbelly of goofiness and playfulness underneath.

They definitely left a lasting impression, and lived up to what I expected them to be like. Shock value really is shock value. From the utter ridiculous to raw to gormless. They are one of the torchbearers of the scene. Few bands in the scene can claim to be un-poppified punk, and Shock Value is one of them.

When their set ended with Angry Joe, I asked Arran to write a setlist, which is their only setlist. I give Shock Value a solid 9/10.

During the interlude, I met a guy named Mark. Mark looked like Thurston Moore from Sonic Youth when he was young, and he filled me in on some details on Fat Dog and Coffin.

I also met this guy named Dave. He asked me and Mark if we're in a band, and when we both said that we don't even know how to play an instrument, he said something truly punk:

"Why are you young people not doing that kind of stuff hey? Form a band and have fun!"

Surprise, surprise, the day of the gig was my birthday, and when I told him that I was planning on getting a guitar soon, and possibly starting a band in some time, he let out effervescent excitement. Here's to Dave, he's true blue.

Someone next to me said: "How are we going to mosh in this tiny carpark? It's impossible." I replied by saying: "It used to be impossible, now it is possible." Little did they know what the next band had in store.

Next up was Coffin. They are a Sydney band who just finished a tour. They paced in and out, shuffling equipment in and out, and a plethora of guitar pedals.

They began with a speech on violence against women, and they praised 4ZZZ for "being a space where we can get together and be together in something".

Before long, the crowd was estatic. The chill atmosphere dissipated as the crowd surrendered to the pulsating rhythms. The beer-sipping, mate-chatting vibe evolved into something more animated and fervent.

After people began nudging into each other, a mosh pit was formed. Seth, arms windmilling, ignited a human domino effect, bodies careening off each other with reckless abandon.

There was this one guy in particular who was like a bowling ball. If you nudged against him, the entire carpark would be nudged to the walls. The beer from the cans began splashing everywhere.

Ironically, they played "Locals Only" even though they aren't even locals to the city. It didn't matter though, it was great to hear a song usually reserved only for Sydney.

Their set was long and extensive,