#flangipanis

My favourite local band is breaking up this year. I didn't see them at all last year because of the broken leg and then anxiety (but I did see Jodie Flange at an open mic).

I bought tickets so now I have a little over 6 months to be okay enough to leave the house so I can go to their final show.

The last time my anxiety/agoraphobia was as bad as this I started to deal with it by going to their shows alone. Going alone meant I could leave whenever I want and didn't feel bad about having panic attacks, I got the exposure to crowds, and I found that loud music and moshing helped redirect and distract the feelings that come with anxiety. Plus I found the people at their shows are really supportive and look out for people. This show is a huge motivation to get my head back in order.

No one writes records like this anymore. Or maybe they do, but not with this much heart, this much piss and vinegar, this much melodic clarity masked in punk rock bruise. Brisbane’s Flangipanis didn’t reinvent the wheel with Fuckin’ Woo, but they sure as hell got it spinning again at a speed that makes your insides jolt. Fifteen tracks, no frills, no filler, just unrelenting, joyful chaos. This…