The Rubens were bold. They whipped and warped their Sydney crowd into a frenzy. Frontman Sam Margin’s multicoloured shirt shimmered as he rode an inflatable pool over fans’ heads, his makeshift boat teetering on a sea of hands. Cameras flashed, their light bouncing off the pool’s blue edges. The whole thing felt like an alt-Aussie musical rendition of Moby Dick.
The Ruben’s…
