An old rock’n’roller like Maui has always got some bird hangin’ off his shoulder. And look at his big scary pirate hat! Good boy. Calm down. Have some more tequila.

Hooty earns his nickname, Flash, as the drugs kick in and he throws a tantrum.

Bedlam on the verge of a tantrum. “MUM!”

Adam, getting a joke that was told the night before, can’t help but giggle. Bless him. I think he’s extending his middle finger at you a touch though.

Nobody could keep Blackman away from his downers. Man, he was necking a fucking cocktail every night. Here, we see his behaviour taking its toll on stage.

They’re your friendly band that can’t sing but are so drunk that they are in tune maybe 3 times in a night.

Hootie and Daui struggle to come to grips with Rudi’s gizzard-rot-tour-flatulance. Hootie takes it out on his guitar (“YOU FUCKER! YOU FUCKER!”), Daui deals with it by bustin’ out some blues riffs.

Flash’s head keeps leaking onto his clothes as he notices a cute little bug on the ground (“Scuse me, has anyone got a jar?”).

Daui throwing a tantrum, “MUM!”

Blackman, happy with his handywork after smashing a tail-light in Adelaide. We all beat the shit out of him immediately after taking this photo. Bedlam was first in with a vicious left hook, so quick he was, Blackman didn’t even have time to wipe that shit-eating grin off his mug before 4 of his front teeff broke.