Australia is the home of 90′s indie pop. Its a time-warp stuck in a fantasy of power-ranger simplicity in which big kids play with rubiks cubes and thrash skateboards in a non violent manner. Its largely populated with loveable man-children who’s acid trips are yet to end but are starting to sense that something is horribly wrong. It spits out bands like Cub Scouts like no-longer-malleable hubba-bubba in big pink splodges on the sun baked side-walk.