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It’s intriguing how, when you spend a considerable amount of time away from your culture (towards which you many have even harboured secret feelings of shame or disgust) that you begin to yearn for it, deify it and gravitate towards those who understand your perverse fascination.

This has happened to me recently in relation to Aussie rock.

I’ve rediscovered artists that I thought had simply dissolved like giant beroccas; bands I should have known better; bands I’ve liked but never paid enough attention to, dudes that rocked, and groups that I’d always categorised (mistakenly) as bogan head bangers with hangovers.

I can’t get enough of it. My only fear is that within a few weeks of re-entering my homeland, this nouveau infatuation will subside like the dregs at the bottom of a schooner glass.