Ordinarily when a band I’ve seen announces follow-up shows shortly after their last lap of the country, I give them a miss. I reason that not much will have changed and that there are always more artists tempting me to spend my money. Yet not even four months after catching them in the Hunter, I saw Live again last week. And I was every bit as psyched.

This was a very different gig from the 2017 Live show though. Rather than a soggy day out in the picturesque Hunter Valley, we filed into the modern ICC Theatre in Sydney. In the Hunter, Thirsty Merc, The Calling, and Lifehouse delivered crowd-pleasing pop-rock, but it seemed slightly out of step with Live’s angsty ‘90s rock. At this year’s tour The Tea Party provided an interesting foil, rocking every bit as hard as the headliners.

The Tea Party are such a revered act, but my exposure to them had been limited to their set at M-One (anyone else remember M-One?), when I think I might have been chatting to friends, and whatever filtered through the walls from my young sister’s bedroom. When they first hit the stage I worried they might have been a little too dark for my tastes. But as the set wore on, I started to appreciate them a little more. These guys are such exemplary musicians and Jeff Martin is one of the most charismatic frontmen you’ll ever see. He has such a cool, brooding quality that’s utterly mesmerising. I was surprised that I recognised “Sister Awake” and “Temptation.” I guess more filtered through those bedroom walls than I realised. Snippets of classic rock songs like “Paint it Black” and “With Or Without You” gave those of us less familiar with their work than those enthusiastically jumping around on the floor something to latch on to. The Tea Party might have passed me by in the ‘90s, but I feel like I got an education on what they’re all about.

While The Tea Party invigorated me with their set so out of my comfort zone, when Live took the stage I felt right at home. The set started explosively with “All Over You,” with the band’s energy matched by all of us excitedly singing along as we punched our fists in the air. And from that moment, Live had us. Just like Jeff Martin did earlier in the night, Ed Kowalczyk captivated me. He is such a powerful performer, whether he’s leading us all in a big rock number or bearing his soul in an intimate ballad.

The set had the perfect balance of hits and album tracks us fans hold close to our heart. And well it should, because it was almost the same set we heard in the Hunter. There were some notable exceptions though. We didn’t hear “Rattlesnake,” part of the encore at Roche Estate. But the set was a little longer, with the addition of “The Distance,” “Iris,” and the fantastic “Shit Towne.”

The songs that remained were so stellar and even though I’d seen them live mere months before, they lost none of the power. I was still so moved when the band played tribute to Chris Cornell with Audioslave’s “I Am The Highway.” My very favourite Live song, “Turn My Head” still gave me chills. I was on my feet with “Lakini’s Juice.” And if you’re not overcome by songs like “I Alone,” “Selling The Drama,” and “Lightning Crashes,” you probably weren’t a teen in the ‘90s.

They might have just visited us, but Live gave us the kind of dynamic performance you might expect if they hadn’t played here in years. They seemed on such a high, so appreciative of the crowd and feeding off its energy. We all felt it, and it was glorious.

Image source: Stephen Katulka