Last night, I ventured forth to a new venue in the Johannesburg suburb of Linden called Amuse Café.
The reason for my adventurous spirit was that Pretoria's pop-punk noisemakers the Make-Overs were making the trek south down the N1.
They were billed to play with a band called The Moths, who I was not familiar with.
I had spurned the offer to attend the Bloc Party gig in the inner city, deciding to go and watch some South African punk in action.
Amuse Café is a typical rock bar, covered in framed pictures of rock stars and DJs.
The large stage, behind a red curtain, takes up one whole side of the bar.
A long bar runs along the wall from the stage to the other side.
Outside, the tables are packed with revelers having Friday drinks after work.
The Make-Overs kick off soon after 8pm; this is a venue that sticks to advertised times, a rarity on the scene.
The Make-Overs have been around for over two years now, and in that time they have released four killer albums.
Having formed in June 2010, a few months before the demise of their previous band Sticky Antlers, the Make Overs' home studio recording, along with independent label KRNGY and their DIY attitude has meant that they are not limited by any form of release schedule and the band is pretty much free to follow their whims.
More power to them!
But it is live that the Make-Overs really need to be experienced.
Last night they were no different – an electricity current of visceral punk rock.
The set was loaded with songs from their two recent albums Centipede-sing-a-long and IV.
The crowd of about twenty nodded their heads and shook their legs, captivated by the show.
As usual the band was selling a whole range of T-shirt, vinyls, CDs and badges out of the boot of their car afterwards, as The Moths took to the stage.
They were far less interesting, quite generic in their Cramps meets the Shadows style, although their guitarist is clearly pretty good.
They may have not been for me, but a dedicated fan base of thirty or so black-clad and tattooed youths had arrived to shake their asses to the punk attitude on display.
I headed for the door; the Make-Overs had delivered yet again.