Bob Log III at the Last Chance
10 January 2026 in Melbourne, supported by Stupid Fuck the Silly Clown and Handgrenade Hearts.
The Last Chance Rock & Roll Bar is turning 10 and celebrating with what appears to be a special show every month throughout 2026. And it is off to a very silly start.
I like the Last Chance. It is a crusty little pub with a distinctive smell and very sticky carpet, as well as a small but great band room where I've seen many strange and wonderful things over the last few years. This night was a continuation.
The first act, Handgrenade Hearts, were a four-piece with big rock star energy. They seemed very young and heavily influenced by dad's record collection, but were pretty good especially the bass player.
The end of their set also marked the end of anyone taking themself seriously. A welcome development. Stupid Fuck the Silly Clown was next and is very much a does-what-it-says-on-the-tin proposition. From what I can see, Stupid Fuck is normally a whole band but in this instance was just Stupid Fuck and their friend the Shaolin Sperm. I would like to see the whole band play some time soon.
I'm just going to come out and say this: more (all) gigs should have variety acts. We the audience in the sold-out band room joked, we danced as one, we competed for a zine by very, very slowly approaching the stage. This is fun and I like it. Over the decades, variety has been ruined by television, but it's time to reclaim it and return it to the people.
Back to the task at hand. It was time for the one man band whose name sounds most like 'blog', Bob Log III. Bob Log is like a mixure of a busker, Primus, and Swamp Thing except with blues guitar instead of banjo. He has been around for yonks and puts on a very fun show.
Highlights, aside from the music, included making toast on stage (a task delegated to audience members in the front row) for the toast odour and to facilitate the later taking of selfies with toast. We ate ours, however.
As an audience we also shared a bottle of prosecco delivered via a very stern-looking inflatable duck, and popped balloons in time with the music. Inflatables also provided the impetus for a fair amount of crowd surfing amongst those so inclined.
A very fine evening indeed.
