The first thing that must be said about the show at Bodega, is how tiny the venue was for the band. Which was in this case totally fantastic, unless you were short, then you probably had a hard time seeing anything. Crammed into the dark alley like a pack of Kiwi Sardines, the audience filled the tiny Venue. After a unmemorable opening act, Airbourne hit the stage, right around everyone was happily inebriated.
If you were at the furthest back of the show, you were still probably closer than you'd ever get to the band at a modern arena show. If you were in the front row, well like one unruly fan you were probably touching the band or on stage with them. All of this reminds me of rock shows I'd go to in small clubs in my glory days. Cramming into a tiny club, pushing it's capacity to double, until the band gets on stage long enough before the coppers turn it down for noise pollution. There were no coppers, this night, as I'm sure Airborne and Bodega had appropriate permits. But the feeling was the same.
Regardless of how you label Airbourne, you can't dismiss the fact they they are the most energetic band playing today. The constant bashing beer cans till they explode, running through the crowd to play a guitar solo on top of the bar in the back of the venue, everything was phenomenal and full of energy. It truly was a show that brings you back to the glory days of Rock n' roll.
In a town that is filled with indie artsy hubbub, it's nice to see a real rock band, and a whole lot of fans to yell scream and bounce off the walls with horns in the air. The stench of spilt beer, cheap weed, and sweat all culminating to the ultimate flashback of my younger days.