Celline Narinli, Journalist

It’s hard to differentiate the chorus of Head Is Not My Home and Dark Doo Wop – but the hidden gems between the bombastic anthems make it a worthwhile listen.

"I’m half-Australian, and I was a bit nervous about the [debut] trek when we went there and whether the guys would get beaten up by bogans or jocks, or whether they’ll not get beaten up and just like have the best time on the beach."

"I just like things to have that spontaneity and, yeah, I’ve never been comfortable with just working and working and working on parts."

“Once the whole album stuff’s done, I’m sort of personally still writing some stuff. But it’s not necessarily Hungry Kids Of Hungary songs. It’s a little personal pet project of mine."

He plants a seed of confidence in you from the get-go with his calm demeanour, and the warm tone of his vocals assures us it’s all going to be okay. That’s his promise to you.

Playing for only 45 minutes, the short but very sweet set surpassed all expectations.

The Idaho-based musician pushes and pulls on your emotions; from blissful sonic waves of hope to the melancholic stories hidden beneath.

“Oh maaan, what a line-up! I mean, Robert Plant! Rodriguez! I just saw the line-up the other day, you know, it’s an incredible line-up this year.”

They have produced a rich, spellbinding record, tinged with a classic Australian sound.

Along with the squeaky-clean production, this Brooklynite has created his own personal brand of R&B.

It ebbs and flows from the stylistic wonders of Real Estate, but with many musical twists along the way.