It’s currently 7:45pm, Monday night.
It’s been almost 24 hours since seeing Pond at The Corner, and my left ear still hasn’t stopped ringing.
Big, beefy riffs. Tight, velure skivvies. Half-naked men with ginger afros.
Pond ticked all the boxes. Including partial deafness.
And thank fuck that this time I wasn’t stuck behind the worst placed supporting pillar in all of Australia.
Pond: Live at the Corner
