One Day @ The Hi-Fi, 20th September
I finish a bottle of wine at a comedy show in Brisbane Festival’s Spiegletent, reminiscing to a few years back where I had been lucky enough to be one of only a handful to get tickets to an acoustic Horrorshow set. The stand up is good, but I can’t help feel that this is merely an opener to the real show, four minutes down the road at The Hi-Fi. The first thing that strikes me as I enter the venue is the sincere excitement and anticipation of the audience; the feeling of pride and encouragement for the boys is strong and genuine.
The lineup plays out like a career-spanning smorgasbord. Joyride’s up first, the crowd is filing in, meandering around the bar or eyeing the merch table as he croons grounded truths. Jackie Onassis follows with the energy and jovial attitude they have shrouded their image in. Spit Spyndicate bounce on stage, they seem to have matured since their last release, but they treat the stage like a trampoline. The room shows love to Horrorshow, but I’ve never been in one that doesn’t. Solo and Adit the two halves of the group show discipline and practice in a tight set, something that everyone has come to expect from the masters of modern Australian hip hop.
The wait between acts is short and sweet and nobody seems too worried about running to the bar although there are certain spots throughout the crowd emitting a strong aroma of grass smoke. Everyone is happy to be there, the crowd doesn’t push and shove; this is the party the One Day crew wanted to take on the road.
After a quick transition, the lights turn up and so does the crowd, as the team’s flag rolls down and Many Hands starts to play.
Solo introduces the team, with a roll call, ‘Need I remind you? How me and mine do? How A Diddy, N Loop and Jimmy Nice do? Raph, Kai, my boy Joyride too. Shit, we’ve been holding down the fort since highschool.’
One by one the many hands that make up One Day, one of the most impressive collaborations of Australian artists, take to the stage. The crowd responds to the new track list with a well-versed spitback and almost all pieces cause a goddamn collective groove. A break into a cover of Sticky Fingers’s Gold Snafu takes me back a week earlier where in almost the same place I was watching them belt it out.
The set finishes with smiles from all, on and off stage, thanks from the boys and a well-deserved applause. The four hours spent inside doesn’t seem to add up, I shuffle through the crowd to the alley out the back of the joint, where the audience has drained into a sprayed group of conversations. One Day is a collective powerhouse, many years in the making, and in that time they have perfected their performance, raising the bar for others coming to the game. The next time they roll through make sure to show them some love, you’d be missing out if you didn’t.