Tripod. Review.

Review by George.

Tripod. Tripod. Tripod. There was a sell out crowd and I was among them, pimping my wares for tickets. But was it a rock show or a comedy gig?

I had thoughtfully procured a champagne bottle, however my attempt to strike one of the larrikins from support act DER FLUNK PUNKI with the cork fizzled and won me only three friends and a hand full of m and m's. DER FLUNK PUNKI were (perhaps) an eastern European brother sister combo (only a few simple yahoo search bar tappings would have proved whether this is actually true or not) playing uber-punk, white stripes satire inspired music, whilst poking fun at themselves. They proved very popular with the audience as well as several members of The Forum staff. With good reason; they were.

Tripod appeared on stage with some idle costumes and quirky banter, confusing one poor usher and setting off a chain reaction which caused him to forget to pick up the margarine at the supermarket three days later, in turn provoking the wrath of his boyfriend who had already been angry at the hours the usher had been keeping lately, which in turn set in course a series of events that eventually led to the usher forgetting to buy the margarine the next day as well. Plain toast.

The illuminated backdrop and accompanying songs were, I have to say, inedible. Not to say that they weren't hilarious. They were very hilarious. One of my friends warned me against seeing tripod before this show and to him now I say, "You owe me $14.50 for that six-pack of coopers last Thursday". I'll never see that money but he's still my friend.

There was a brief interval, during which my friend and I ran outside and climbed half way up the girders that make up Federation Square.

The second set was equally hilarious, honestly, Tripod are really, really good. The forum was a great venue and being packed, the ensuing laughter was wonderful to be a part of. My only criticism goes to the ticket collector at the front door who tore my ticket in half willy nilly, not along the perforations, leaving me with a ripped souvenir and a less than plausible alibi for the shooting that occurred in Sydney Road later that evening. Go and see Tripod!