Arriving at the Hi-Fi Bar around 9pm, the venue was already filling up with punters, as Perth band Boys Boys Boys kicked off their set. Fronted by three girls in day-glo spandex, the lead singer’s style was a cross between Karen O, and Katie White from the Ting-Tings. Whilst the decidedly clichéd late ‘80s/early ‘90s indie pop music did not match those heights, they were certainly a bit of fun and a tad easier on the eye than the next act.

New Zealand’s Disasteradio, aka Luke Powell, stepped to the microphone. A rather portly young chap fitted out in ill fitting t-shirt and shorts, he set the tone by greeting the crowd with the immortal words: “I’m full of pizza and chicos”. Surrounded by keyboards, he was a one-man band, ala Liam Howlett from the Prodigy. This is where the similarities stop, I must say.

He danced about the stage like the special kid who drunk too much red cordial at a children’s party. After finding out he has a song in his arsenal entitled Gravy Rainbow, one gets the distinct impression that his tongue is planted firmly in cheek. That aside, his cheesy brand of electro did not quite reach the so-bad-it’s-good territory. By the time he started to hump the keyboard, most of the crowd were praying for The Gurge to show their faces.

The Hi-Fi Ballroom was positively bursting at the seams with revelers by the time Regurgitator took to the stage. All three were fitted out skeleton suits – a homage to The Who’s John Entwhistle, perhaps? Opening up their set with their classic I Will Lick Your Arsehole from 1998’s Unit, they already had the crowd eating from the palm of their hands.

Surprisingly most of the material was taken from their first three albums: Tu Plang, Unit and ...Art. Highlights included Sucked A Lot of Cock, I Wanna Be A Nudist, Polyester Girl, What’s At The End, and Blubber Boy. No complaints from the punters, though. Regurgitator were smart enough to know why the people came. Their set was greatly enhanced by some visuals, which were nicely timed with the music. My favourite would have to have been some super cheesy scenes culled from the 1984 hip-hop move Breakin’, where I’m fairly sure I spotted a young Shooter McGavin.

They absolutely ripped through their hits, cheeky grins abound, as the appeared to be relishing playing in front of a sold out Melbourne audience. Coming out for the second encore they dropped Track One from the EP of the same name. Even yours truly was pogo-ing about the dance floor like he was sixteen years old again. They chose not to play I Like Your Old Stuff Better Than Your New Stuff. Wise decision boys.