Review – Georgia Corpe
Photos – Bobby Rein
One of the newest and most exciting additions to the Poison City lineup hits the road, bringing indie-punk geniuses Camp Cope to Brisbane, the last stop of their East Coast tour. After the success of their most-likely-to-be-put-on-repeat-for-days self titled debut LP, it is no surprise that the local underground hardcore bar is sold out, bodies gridlocked from front to back to see the Melbourne songstresses belt out a couple-a tunes.
The trio walk onto the stage, with lead vocalist/guitarist Georgia Maq immediately encouraging ‘girls to the front’ a refreshing and admirable statement to hear from any vocalist. Using her unique position of power, being an admired figure with a microphone in front of a few hundred people, Maq impressively articulates her distaste for men largely having a monopoly over the front of the mosh before even playing the first song. Looking around the room I could see some men were shocked by this, seeing a few immediately light up with a “what the fuck” expression on their face, but most encouraging their friends and partners to unleash themselves from the familiar and safe clutch of the back of the room or the arms of their boyfriends and storm to the front of the room, obviously knowing that Maq-got-their-baq (trademark pending). The pride I got from this, being of the female persuasion, was immense.
The band then bust into Done, the opener from their debut record. Although this was the last show for while for Camp Cope due to Maq’s haemorrhaged vocal chords, with the crowd half expecting her to be whispering or playing ‘stripped back’ versions of their songs, this had little affect on the brutal, powerful and passionate vocals Maq projects on the record. Her vocals almost note for note perfect, giving the crowd yet another reason to fall in love with this band, all within two minutes of them being on stage. The trio then delve into more songs from the record, including Flesh and Electricity, Lost (Season One) and Stove Lighter. Another one of those ‘what bloody legends’ moments presented itself during the band’s performance of Jet Fuel Can’t Melt Steal Beams, a song that expresses the idiocy of society’s attitudes towards misogyny. A few guys still not get the obvious and expressly stated hint, Maq reiterates to the fellas to move along and let the gals watch the show in peace and without confrontation of guys feeling the need to stand firm in the pit. Listen to lyrics of Jet Fuel and you’ll understand the hypocrisy that these guys face in doing so.
All in all it was a show unlike any other and one that is certainly unforgettable.