The Ric’s Bar stage was graced last night by the first gig of local Brisbane band, ‘Money For Tinnies,’ who describe their main influences as Tame Impala, The Chats, and ‘loose weekends with your mates.’

With their debut single, ‘Icebergs Sink Titanic Tinnies,’ receiving 89 listens on Triple J Unearthed, and subsequently receiving a mediocre review from a Triple J staff member, it’s far to say these boys have finally ‘made it.’

‘Fuck me, boys. This is what it feels like to stand at the top of the mountain,’ said singer and guitarist, Matt Morris (19) to his bandmates, smiles painted across their faces as they sipped schooners of Gold, wondering if this is how it feels to be Mick Jagger.

Of course it fucking is, fellas. You just smashed a Thursday night 8pm gig at Ric’s, and received a 3.5 star review from Dave Ruby Howe on your Triple J Unearthed page.

Life doesn’t get any better than this.

The rest of the band, made up of other 18/19 year olds who were neither talented in sports or academics, but excelled at hanging out at parties, smoking rollies and telling girls their taste in music is ‘lame’ and they should ‘come over here for a pash,’ is equally as excited about their newfound fame.

‘I can’t wait to do lines of ket out of Elton John’s stomach hole,’ declared shaggy-haired bassist Oscar Dunphy (18), who promptly vomited all over his tattered Converse after three mid-strength beers in the space of eleven minutes.

We also think it’s weird he described it as a ‘stomach hole,’ instead of the far more typical ‘bellybutton,’ or the formal ‘navel.’

Despite the best intentions of ‘Money For Tinnies,’ local music journalists don’t like their chances.

‘Their two-minute garage-punk songs certainly speak to a section of society, but at the end of the day, they’re a vapid group of entitled youngsters who sing about beers, the boys, and beers with the boys, and get angry when people four years older than them describe them as ‘ratty’ bastards,’ said legendary music critic and rock journalist, Christie McCabe.

‘And besides, we’ve already got a band like that. They’re called The Chats.’

No more to come.