Live Review: Miss June, Georgia June, Good Pash

Good Pash felt like a cold drink on a hot spring day, a bright blast of guitar-infused fun. The local outfit shimmered on The Vanguard stage, bringing songs from their debut EP Gen 1. Even a dodgy guitar sound couldn't dim their shine - this band is going places. Every member contributed and this synergy showed off their considerable talent within the short, sharp and exciting set.

If the preceding band were spring, then Georgia June were the coming of summer. Bright, glistening pop-rock saw the venue swell and bounce with the upbeat tunes. Singer and namesake Georgia June sang with apparent effortlessness and the band, with a definite '80s vibe, drove her to pogo around the stage. If the size of the crowd was any indication, their upcoming singles could see this star continue to rise.

Georgia June @ The Vanguard. Photo by Munya Chawora.

Since gaining well-deserved attention supporting their Auckland buds The Beths late last year, Miss June, have garnered a growing Australian supporter base. The small confines of the venue made them sound even bigger as the four-piece hit the stage and wasted no time getting sweaty. 

Dripping punk rock (along with the aforementioned sweat), Annabel Liddell shredded and sang with frantic abandon. Please Waste My Time started with a loud and guttural, "Fuck!!!" and encouraged the crowd up front to flail wildly in appreciation. The banter was endearing; bass player Chris Marshall declared Pastizzi Cafe as having "the best fucking food [he's] had in [his] life". Guitarist Jun Park thrashed wildly at every opportunity and drummer Tom Leggett was clearly enjoying himself, belting the skins as hard as could.

Miss June @ The Vanguard. Photo by Munya Chawora.

With a debut album, Bad Luck Party, so recently released that Liddell forgot at one point (referring to it as their “upcoming album”), their set nailed most of the tracks from it. A 30-minute release, the show was never going to last much longer than that. Mind you, after watching three excellent bands on a Wednesday night at the quiet end of King Street, our appetite was definitely satiated. Polio finished the night with Liddell standing and screaming atop the kit, before blowing kisses and walking off.