alt title: i hate myself for using the word "blistering"

alt title: Am I surprised you'd sing along to Lydia

Well, Fur Patrol are one of my (many) alltime favourite bands, so no point reading if you hate 'em. As per usual, it's a long time between official-public gigs in NZ (um, there's a reason for that verbose qualifier) and of course they've thrown out nearly all of their old catalogue in favour of complete unknowns that have no doubt been fine-tuned in Aussie bars for the last two years. Same thing happened at the World Series four(?) years ago, where out of the entire set there were only two songs I recognised. This time they have more of an excuse (as if they need it) - Steve left the band to pursue a Normal Life, so even the old songs they played needed to be rearranged to suit a three-piece.