"To be standing in an assortment of souls, with all eyes erased. Your body seduced by every beat, every note.

As you eyes roll back, your mind empties. You feel bliss, you feel not, For one moment."

“Blinding lights linger on one moment, Passing into the dangerous darkness.

Backtracking breadcrumbs, The lights duck from view. Vague shadows move in the corner of your eye.

A rope of black light grabs hold, You begin to squirm. A guttural scream, no sound. A desperate claw, slips through.

You’re being dragged through the dirt again.”

We were packed in this random house in Brunswick, like sardines. The bands were so piercingly loud in this tiny living room, blasting out this crusty old pa system.

Oh, and most of us didn't have ear plugs on us, so we used damp toilet paper rolled into a rough cone shape, and shoved in our ears, hoping it would help.

The first sets were great in their own right, but I wasn't really in the mood yet. I'm always so anxious at the start of a gig, but as soon as Propaine, the hosts started playing, the world just dropped away... Even while being constantly shoved up about an arm's length from the band's.

When the last song in their set came and went with a bang, we all called chanted "One More Song!" Over and over, and after some hesitation, they gave in. When that beat drop hit, we all started furiously dancing, like no one was watching, with the drums driving us like a syncronised heartbeat.

After the show, my friend and I felt this tingle of joy for hours, along with a mild case of ringing in our ears. I feel so blessed to be even a small part of such an amazing show, and scene.