After about 12 hours in transit we got into Beijing. Taxi drivers hoon like no ones business. You can smoke virtually everywhere and shit is cheap.
Our first show was at D22. It was quiet. One support band pulled out at the last minute and the other one played for seemingly ever. We played like shit heads that had been feasting and drinking all day but it was good to get a show out of the way.
The next day we hauled ass to the first of many massive, busy, confusing train stations and travelled to Shenyang to play at a Cafe. We were not optimistic. Things got better when we were packed into our contacts car, he played some shoddy funk music and drove us to our hotel. He was really impressed we knew what funk music was. He asked if we played solos. We said no.
Shenyang was cool in a “glad we don’t live in this monstrosity” kinda way. It remained probably the most overwhelming city we visited. It was just built up and ugly as fuck. and seemed like a perfect place to play some abrasive music. The “Cafe” we played ended up being pretty awesome, There was a spiral staircase, a fountain and Letterman style stage setup.
The show was starting and finishing early, it was populated by uni students who had to be back in there dorms by midnight or they, i dunno, might never get to leave that city. The bands before us sound checked a lot longer than they played. We played, many horns were thrown, people really dug it, we felt really good after a bullshit show the night before. We finished up drinking some fine cocktails and patting one another on the back while the second round of entertainment started in the cafe, a pretty killer acoustic trio playing soppy love songs with Michael Jackson videos playing on the projector behind them.
Another train and we were in Dalian. This was a sea side city, I wouldn’t have known straight away had it not been for the screens on the sides of skyscrapers showing various sea life.
It was a Sunday, we were the only band playing. It wasn’t hugely promising but a Korean barbecue and many many beers put us in high spirits. Initially they weren’t going to charge people for entry to the show, but at the last minute they decided to kick people out and make them pay to come back in, to our surprise they did. The crowd enjoyed it. They wanted photos with us. There were some babes. We felt money.

(with S.A.M.E./This Town Touring tour manager Yang Yu)
The following day we went to the beach. There was an absence of sand but between fun rides, motorised boats, and an abundance of beer it made the childhood beaches of Perth seem like fuck all. In cabs on the way back to the hotel Sam and Nate were mistaken for Indians by the taxi driver, I didn’t mention before but up until this point everyone thought we were Russian. I guess Russians are pretty cool.
That night we were on a sleeper train back to Beijing. The following day we played a show at Mao House which is a pretty pro venue (read: too big for us) It was an average show. Not bad, but neither us or the crowd were hugely excited.
After another single scoop of the big smoke of Beijing, we arrived in Xinxiang to a near smorgasbord of friendly people who shouted us food, drinks and some clothing. We got to Ark Livehouse, By the way of a deafening response from the 40 strong crowd and their healthy appetite for heavy Chinese liquor, a great pivotal point in the tour was reached. After we played Big Black came on in the bar. It was good. Babes were everywhere.

We only got to spend 12 hours in Wuhan. We played another Korean bbq fuelled gig - a damn loud Korean bbq fuelled gig, at Vox. It was hard to get a true scope on how it was received but we had fun. Afterwards we chewed beetle nut, drank whiskey, ate meat on sticks and did our best to avoid ex pats.

(everyone leaves their mark at Vox in Wuhan)
We entered the mammoth metropolis of Shanghai. The show that night was the best one of the tour with the Yuyintang bar ram-jammed full of excitable people and some top notch support from Duck Fight Goose. After getting over the disappointment that we wouldn’t be able to go to Happy Valley, a monolith of a theme park outside of Shanghai we took solace in street drinking around cops and military and just wandered around the city.

The night ended with an all out assault of a club we found in a shopping mall, leaving us to pass out in a hotel for the last time and pick up what was left of the scraps of our physical health the next day. We drove to the airport and maxed out our allowance of duty free liquor and smokes to take back as appropriate souvenirs to our grime-filled friends and house back in Footscray. That was 13 days of great stuff.