My first gig since I got back from the holiday, and we hurried over after catching the Zhang Yimou film Happy Times (the only thing I managed to attend as part of the Melbourne Film Festival, unfortunately). I'd never been to the Rob Roy before, but I've noticed it seems to be picking up some of the "gig slack" left after the close of the Punters Club, just up the road. I wouldn't say it's got a heap of space, but maybe a little more than the Empress, say.

Rob Snarski and Dan Luscombe were, as usual, effortlessly wonderful. It was the first time I'd seen Registered Nurse, though. Richard Andrew was suffering from a cold, and it really showed, making him look even more haggard than usual, and turning his vocals into some kind of sad waste. I have to admit to a certain amount of disappointment, I suppose, but fortunately I know they can be better than this. Musically, they're good at doing some great moody pieces, some of which came off ok in the end (in fact, the best track they probably did last night was the one that didn't have any vocals). I'm still hoping their new album gets finished off, despite Richard's record-label-running responsibilities.