From the gate it looks like any other teen party. Cars belonging to middle- aged people clog up the driveway as parents hand their teens over to a mysterious house in an upper-class suburb on the outskirts of Hamilton.
Tonight it rains. Hoods are up, boots are dirty, hairstyles sad. But they persist with their hooting and howling and howzits.
There are the same girls you'd see in town on a Saturday night. The ones you want to throw a rug over. A few twentysomethings who are here for the music, man.