CALL me a grandma, but is it not reasonable to assume that live music should start at a decent hour?
When the Kamikaze Thunderkats tore a hole (not literally) in the Great Northern stage just before midnight last Friday, it was a little past my bedtime.
But then I remind myself that it's not everywhere you can squeeze three awesome original bands onto the same bill for free.
Support act the Max Quintet, fittingly donned Santa hats and bow ties.
The threesome had all the charm of a Ben Folds Five dynamic and a Santa sack, full of story-song gems.
Then came Brisbane's Locus Wimple, a collective specialising in a more serious brand of rock'n'roll.
The elements were solid but there was self-consciousness to the performance that will hopefully dissipate with time.
Well, that's in comparison to the Kamikaze Thunderkats who burst onto the stage like a bunch of demented Santa's-little-helpers.
The six-piece won the National Campus Band Competition last year due to its explosive ska and riotous stage performance.
The trumpeter played the part of the man in red - a really skinny version anyway - and inspiringly attempted a Celine Dion vibrato.
The lead singer ripped a hole in his pants and had to change into shorts mid-gig after being attacked by a life-size taco.
Confused readers should note that this was in conjunction with their rambunctious tune Zombie Taco where an innocent snack turns deadly.
It seems the secret to the Kamikaze Thunderkats appeal is their reckless abandon of all sanity, even in the face of a small post-midnight crowd.
With most venues hiring cover bands for the holiday season it was a breath of (wave-your-hands-in-the) fresh air to see some fun and local live music.