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So as I was sitting at home on Thursday evening, checking my email as you do, I opened up my weekly newsletter from Time Out Sydney. The usual happenings of Sydney that week and in the coming weeks generally has a good, widespread, well informed collection of information relevant to anyone that enjoys having a social life. Sadly the competition had closed on Wednesday and the gig was tonight. You couldn't buy any, they had to be won through Nova, Time Out Sydney or Ladyhawke's MySpace. I called up Time Out Magazine and all tickets had been allocated. There was no way I could get in. It was 6:30 and the gig opened at 8...I had no ticket. The Civic Underground is a tiny, intimate venue. With a maximum capacity of 250, This was going to be a very up close and personal gig. The stage barely raised up above my knees and there was nothing distancing it from the crowd. I couldn't believe Ladyhawke was going to be playing here. Local boys Jonathan Boulet opened the night with a set that didn't quite pump up the crowd but certainly turned some heads. If everyone wasn't so excited for Ladyhawke to take the stage, they would be bouncing along to the upbeat, catchy music. It was a shame that their unique brand of music went unappreciated so I'll say they are having an album launch at The Annandale Hotel on December 3 then playing Homebake on December 5. So a little bit after 9, Ladyhawke takes the stage to the eruption of the crowd, donning black skinny jeans, a black Nirvana t-shirt underneath a blue, open flanno with the sleeves rolled up. I couldn't have been more excited. Kicking off with Magic and followed by Professional Suicide, Ladyhawke powered through her catalogue of catchy indie-dance-pop. Singing with her eyes closed, really getting lost in her music, you can see that she believes in everything she sings. Bouncing along up front, I was lost in her music and beyond ecstatic when she played a new song called, danny and Jenny. A little bit faster and slightly more aggressive but still rooted in that signature Ladyhawke sound, I began to wonder if this is a possible direction for the next album. I hope so because it sounded great. Closing with a phenomenal end to the night, Back of the Van into Paris is Burning and then My Delirium, it was the perfect end to a perfect night of great music. I didn't think it could get any better until just as Ladyhawke put down her guitar, she handed me her guitar pick. My face lit up and jaw dropped. Undoubtedly one of the best nights of my life.