Thank god the promotors upgraded to a larger venue —because last Wednesday, St Luke’s was jam packed and hot as fuck, and by the end of the night, it had been shaken to the ground by the Lambrini Girls.

The evening kicked off with a blistering set from the brilliant Loose Articles, who lit up the stage with a wild, chaotic performance—something like a punk limbo that spilled right into the crowd. They set the tone perfectly for what was to come.

When Lambrini Girls stormed the stage, they brought with them a tidal wave of Big Dick Energy (track title and the general swagger they endorse) opening with tracks from their new album Who Let the Dogs Out.

But let’s rewind a bit. Before the show even began, photographers were warned: things might get a little dangerous in the pit. And honestly, isn’t that exactly what a punk show should be?

This was hands down the most fun I’ve had shooting a gig in ages. Crowd surfing, relentless moshing, headbanging, chants for Palestinian freedom, middle fingers to the government (past and present), and plenty of well-deserved shade thrown at the police—it was pure, cathartic chaos.

Lambrini Girls delivered a powerful set, blending songs from Who Let the Dogs Out with favourites from their debut EP You’re Welcome. I’ve never seen St Luke’s so alive. The energy was electric—I was in a trance behind the lens, probably annoying every other photographer because I couldn’t stop moving.

They tore through tracks like Help Me I’m Gay, No Homo, God’s Country, Cuntology 101, and my personal favourite, Love. Every moment hit like a punch and felt like a celebration.

I can’t stop thinking about Phoebe Lunny charging in and out of the pit, surfing a sea of bodies, commanding the chaos with ease, while Lilly Macieira shredded the stage, bleeding through her guitar strings with total commitment. It was a moment where happiness and rage collided, and it felt right.

This gig is going to stay with me for a long, long time. I have to see them again.

Article: Marco Cornelli