It's lucky for Tunes Of I that tonight's Forum Theatre stage is so wide and sturdy.

A Wellington-based neo-dub band consisting of seven talented multi-instrumentalists, it's easy to imagine these boys all elbowing each other in the noggin as they struggle to fit onto a tiny basement club stage. Tonight catches the band at the end of their first Australian tour. But with three formal releases under their belt and a no-nonsense performance style, Tunes Of I are anything but green. Stirring a bubbling pot of soul, psychedelic rock and reggae together with their saxophones and six-strings, they'll go down easy for anyone who's ever tried and failed to add Jamaican Patwa to their everyday vernacular. Young and scruffy as some of them may be, these Kiwis are musicians in the oldest and truest sense of the word.

With many a guitar tone in common, Tunes Of I really could have left their time machine of delay pedals onstage for Ocean Alley to use and abuse. But in all fairness, if you don't treat your gear like a more stompable first-born son, are you really a guitarist?    

Ocean Alley performing to a sold-out crowd in support of a new album that most will struggle to pronounce: Chiaroscuro. Hailing from Sydney's Northern Beaches, Ocean Alley play a hazy brand of reggae fusion that could turn even Ian MacKaye onto thoughts of smokin a fat one by the pool. Songs like The Comedown or Muddy Water just beg to be played during the hallucinogenic sex-party scene of another Franco/Rogen stoner flick.  

Lead singer and rhythm guitarist Baden Donegal is clearly glad that his band just sold out the Forum for their last show of the national tour, even if he does repeatedly refer to the audience as "fuckers". Thankfully he's not afraid to share the limelight as Tunes Of I's saxophonist returns for a positively pornographic sax part on Partner In Crime. 

Tracks like 2013's Yellow Mellow and the new album single Confidence carry the inherent foolishness of feel-good reggae in the simplicity of its lyrics. But in the face of chunky barre-chord action and a psychic rhythm section, it's hard to care too much. As far as young, Aussie reggae-fusion acts go, you could certainly get a lot worse than Ocean Alley. Dreadlocked ratbags who secretly keep a dream diary under the bed would be wise to follow these boys into the wild and windy surf.