There was concern that with only a few weeks of lead time (we’d booked this gig late), there might not be a big crowd. But, in no small part thanks to the China-connection crew (big ups to the China-connection crew, even though they likely hold me responsible for the band not appearing at the site of the after-party -- even though the after-party’s location changed unbeknownst to us), the room was full. Actually, though there hadn’t been this many Chinese speakers in one Oslo room since... Umm... Well, insert your own simile here, but the point is that though there were many Mandarin speakers in the room, there were a whole lotta punk peeps too, many young, some not-so-young; in fact, these folks (the young’uns, that is) gave the Frosh Week folk a run for ‘most face-sucking’ title (don’t worry: I offer no photographic evidence).