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Ever wondered what it would be like to hit the road with one of your favourite bands? We live the dream and do just that

The Jezabels don’t know it, but I’ve travelled with them before.

Their debut album, Prisoner, and earlier EPs were the soundtrack to my summer, the haunting, gothic pop-rock thundering through my headphones on practically every journey I took.

I was completely hooked.

So when the chance came to join them on the last leg of their world tour last month, travelling through Portugal and Spain’s coolest cities and watching The Jezabels perform in Europe’s top music venues to a new, rock ‘n’ roll-hungry crowd each night – well, I couldn’t have packed my bags much quicker. 

The Aussie four-piece have been on quite a journey of their own since they banded together at Sydney University in 2007.

They’ve been developing the unique sound they describe as “intensindie” ever since, and this year have toured the world, a trip that culminates in these European dates, supporting the legendary Skunk Anansie.

I took them with me on my journeys. Here’s what happened when they took me on theirs. 

Day 1: Lisbon

I’ll admit it, I have a case of butterflies as I navigate my way through the winding streets of Lisbon, to the Coliseu dos Recreios – to meet The Jezabels for the first time.

This is a very feisty city: as I hurry through the lively streets I notice drug dealers loitering among the stunning, 16th-century architecture, offering their wares to any passer-by.

I’m eager to meet the band, though, so rather than exploring further, I wander past and soon find myself backstage.

I’m walking through deserted corridors looking for the dressing rooms when I bump into the band’s keyboardist, Heather Shannon, and guitarist, Sam Lockwood, peering expectantly into the majestic, historic auditorium of the Coliseu – a stage they’re due to storm a few hours later. 

About an hour later, I find myself just a few feet away from the band as they launch into their first song – they’re captivating to watch.

Out there in the auditorium the crowd is going wild – everybody is loving it. I pinch myself to check this isn’t a dream.

When we all pile backstage after a phenomenal set, there’s bottles of champagne waiting for the band: a ‘Welcome to the tour’ present from the headliners, Skunk Anansie.

Now that, I think to myself, is rock ‘n’ roll.

 

Day 2: Porto

Waking up on a tour bus with a band you love sleeping peacefully around you is one of the stranger ways to start a day, but even 24 hours in, I’m already in the swing of things, unfazed by Skunk Anansie’s lead singer Skin walking by with a cup of green tea.

I’ve seen The Jezabels’ drummer Nik Kaloper demonstrate his uncanny ability to catch snacks in his mouth countless times. And I’ve been told in no uncertain terms, “do NOT shit on the bus”.

I spend some time chatting to lead singer Hayley Mary in between soundchecks  and ask her how she feels about all the travelling.

“It’s a bit of a non-reality, but it’s the fans that keep us grounded” she says. 

“In some ways you get more in touch with the world, but in others you’re less in touch, because you don’t have a home and it’s having a home that gives you your sense of culture.

Sometimes I’ve had a strange feeling, like the opposite of homesick, where you have no idea where you are or what you’re doing, but it’s very exciting – the fluidity of it.

”We arrive in Porto, an industrial-looking city that at first glance seems full of concrete and unromantic architecture.

But the part of town around the grand old Coliseu do Porto, where The Jezabels have a gig later that night, turns out to have real character.

 It’s another energetic set, and though supporting Skunk Anansie means impressing a new breed of fans, this crowd is definitely won over. 

Day 3: Madrid

Parts of Madrid, with its winding back alleys and steep cobbled streets, makes me feel as though I’m in a small hill town, as I wander about on another lethargic afternoon – the band are almost always too tired to see the cities themselves.

As Sam tells me: “We’ve been to Paris three times and never seen the Eiffel Tower.”

Turns out to be a good job they’ve saved their energy, as La Riviera is a much more intimate venue than they’ve played so far.After the show there’s a huge buzz as the band pose for pictures and shake hands.

A couple of die-hard Jezabels fans – Tane and Anneka – take us out to a trendy local watering hole, Bar Mostro, and they are clearly on cloud nine to be out with their favourite band.

We carry on the party back on the bus, and I eventually crawl into my bunk in the early hours of the morning full of the roadie’s whisky and lulled by the gentle hum of the vehicle.


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On tour with The Jezabels: TNT jumps in the tour bus through Europe's coolest cities with Sydney's hottest band
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