A fast, foot-stomping anthem for Sydney runs west to east through Parramatta heat, Newtown, the Rocks, the Quay, the Cross and Bondi, telling the truth between the cheers: a city named for a lord who never came, an opera house its architect never saw finished, a million-dollar median, a toll on everything, and a bin chicken in every gutter. Gadigal ground underneath.
Bin Chicken Anthem
Style
Fast Australian bush folk-rock fusion around 155 BPM, thick with boot stomps, claps and lagerphone over a tight rock kit, fiddle, banjo, mandolin and crunchy electric guitar, with a broad, flat, unpolished female talk-singer and a gravelly pub-holler male trading lines into big gang-vocal choruses.