ROCK music from the moment Elvis Presley swivelled his hips and Jerry Lee Lewis screamed "great balls of fire" has excited the masses with its sense of rebellion.
It provides an outlet to release the pent-up tension created by the monotony of work or school.
FIDLAR understand the psychology of rock succinctly. The Californian skate punk kings have built a career on firstly celebrating the hedonistic lifestyle of booze, drugs and partying, before later turning their focus to the pitfalls of excess.
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In short, they write songs tailor made for drinking with your mates and getting loose.
The four-piece's Newcastle debut sold out two days prior and the anticipation was palpable an hour before show time when western Sydney bogan-rock revivalists Pist Idiots played to an mostly-full Cambridge Hotel.
Pist Idiots were inspired choice as support. Their abrasive brand of indie, led by Captain Beefheart-lookalike frontman Jack Sniff, whet the appetite of the audience, particularly with their anthemic single F--k Off.
FIDLAR (meaning f--k it dog, life's a risk) don't take themselves too seriously. Frontman Zac Carper walked onto the stage smiling and dressed in a hi-viz shirt, keeping with the workman theme he started last week when he appeared on Triple J's Like A Version in medical scrubs.
While Brandon Schwartzel wore overalls and a bucket hat. The prophetic words "DON'T FEAR THE WEIRD" were scrawled on his bass guitar.
They had played Splendour In The Grass near Byron Bay the day before, but there was no signs of a hungover. Even if there was, the Newcastle crowd brought enough enthusiasm to burst through the haziest of mental fogs.
From the moment Carper screamed "someone give me some allllll-co-hol," in the chorus of FIDLAR's opening song Alcohol over Max Kuehn's tub-thumping drums, the Cambridge Hotel was electrified into a heaving mass.
The energy would never subside either. This was a full-throttle 17-song rock'n'roll show, that at times, sparked a mosh pit which consumed half the room.
It literally left the walls wet with condensation.
FIDLAR's third and newest album Almost Free expanded the band's sound away from their punk roots to introduce groove and psychedelic elements.
However, besides the blues-rock track Can't You See and the breezy pop number By Myself, FIDLAR mostly stuck to their tried-and-tested method of loud and fast punk.
Although, By Myself did provide one of the show's highlights. The Cambridge sung along to almost every word turning the lyrics, "Well I'm cracking one open with the boys by myself/And everybody thinks that I need professional help," into a celebration, rather than a cry for help with alcoholism.
Of course all FIDLAR's lyrics about partying and getting wasted would be juvenile without being based in bloody good songwriting. And there's plenty of quality hooks in FIDLAR's arsenal.
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40oz. On Repeat and West Coast from their second album Too were favourites, but it was impossible to surpass the frenetic raw intensity of their older songs Cheap Beer and Wake Bake Skate, which closed the night in a blast of shouted vocals and distorted riffs.
This was a proper rock show. It almost made up for missing Splendour In The Grass.