My knowledge of The Rumjacks prior to this gig was pretty sparse. I knew them as a punk-Pogues and they were from Sydney. It was a case of being in Amsterdam and they were playing, so why the hell not…?
We did a recon of the venue that morning and by chance met the singer Frankie McLaughlin as they were loading in. He was a nice guy; looked tired and explained they had to shoot to Schiphol Airport to pick up more merch as they’d sold out during their four months of touring.More