This year marked the 19th year of the passing of Blood & Honour's founder, the great man that is Ian Stuart Donaldson. Hosted by Blood & Honour Australia and the Southern Cross Hammerskins, with additional support from our sisters in WAU and located, as always, in Melbourne. The concert this year boasted a triumphant line-up of Open Season, Ravenous and The Commieknockers, as usual, this was not a concert to be missed!
After the usual strong supporter base was built up, we decided to satisfy our tastebuds and hungers with a round of food and many drinks with Jack Daniels. Once hungers and thirsts were slaked, many of us decided to hit the hay and prepare for a big day, however, a peaceful night was not in store for all of us... Several of our Brothers decided to hit up the servo before bed to get smokes and other products, weren't they in for a surprise... Our resident New South Welshman, B, was walking along the footpath minding his own business, smoke in one hand, beer in the other, when BAM! Out of no-where, a car full of people of questionable sexual preference attempt to mow him down, B got hit at some speed and there was no screeching of brakes, so he copped a hit at about 60Km/H, however, as we are of a tough breed, B just bounced WITHOUT spilling his beer or his smoke going out, this is a sign of a True Blue Aussie! He got back up, dusted himself off and after a heated situation, we actually realised that the 'people' who hit him, were full blown bull dykes! Gross!
After the dust had settled, we were met by members of the local Constabulary to question us, and to paraphrase them: "We're looking for a bloke with a shaved head and tattoos", well, Mr Police Officer, take your pic, we all have shaved heads and only about 2 people don't have tattoos! Go for gold, mate! Probably put us on the radar for the weekend unfortunately, however, no arrests were dished out, so a decent nights sleep was had by all.
Saturday brought around a handful of people who felt about tender due to sharing drinks with JD all night long, along with this tenderness, came the last minute run around jobs for the gig to commence smoothly that night. Organisers and workers were flying around like headless chickens for a few hours. After last minute dramas died down and were taken care of, the gig roared into action, ready to unleash a musical barrage of hate rock and ferocity upon the booted up crowd.
The next band to dominate the stage was The Commieknockers, a much anticipated return from the lads. For those of you who don't know, The Commieknockers are a cover-band, playing all the old-school favourites that would make any left-wing moron shake in his hipster shoes. There was a surprise in store from the blokes in the band, little did we know, they were dressing up and going to surprise us. Out of nowhere came four guys dressed in green fatigues, wearing berets with red stars embroidered on them, wearing black wigs, marching to the front with their fists clenched while listening to the Russian Communist Anthem from World War II! A confusing yet hilarious sight.
We were greeted by their front man who was named 'Gay Chihuahua' as he spoke of Communist oppression in the system before unleashing a merciless set of old Skinhead favourites to the crowd! Such old school favourites like, Hail Rock and Roll by Fortress and White Power by Skrewdriver were busted out much to the crowds content and they made everyone get up and have a dance.
The band finished up and left the stage still dressed in their Communist attire, leaving it free for the last band to get up there.
Last and certainly not least was the ruthless Open Season. The blokes pulverised a savage set of old and new favourites. Everybody got up and rocked out to such classics as Southern Comfort and The Slag and new favourites such as Kommando. A powerful set was unleashed upon the crowd, as we have come to expect from Open Season and as usual, they never disappoint and leave the crowd wanting more and more, which we got! As usual, a great show by the fellas.