Sandringham Hotel
Editorial
Years ago, The Whitlams established themselves at this wonderful dive. And, for that matter, so did The Sunnyboys, Frenzal Rhomb and most every angry white boy with a guitar since 1980. But, it’s the piano-rock of The Whitlams that resonates the loudest here. As you go past the gaming room, you can’t help but hear the Freedman tune, “Blow Up the Pokies”.
So, the slots finally colonised the Sando just as they claimed every crevice of the nation’s gambling city. But, they are off to one side and, despite the downturn in live entertainment these beasts represent, there’s still a little band room upstairs.
The old girl; she ain’t what she used to be. But then again, who is? At the very least, she’s doing her bit to maintain a gentle rage in a suburb that refuses to give up all its glorious anarchy. We can be glad that this happy hovel is still serving reasonably priced beer to reasonably talented musicians.
Fans of rock must, at least once, pay homage to the Sando. Fans of cocktails would be better served up the fancier end of King Street. Beer is what they drink round here. Beer, and memories of a time when guitars were in the hands of local gods.
SM King, September 2010.
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david and Julie
February 27, 2009
staff very frendly - you should be proud.
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