There’s been some sort of chasm between Lisa Mitchell and me. Ever since she popped her sweet, swoony self onto my pre-plasma television back in 2006 as the little girl from Albury, I’ve been lusting for some cropped and bleached out, high-waisted leather pants wearing boy to blow up the indie-folk scene, if only to shatter the linear narrative of this stationary music tradition.
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The festival landscape has undergone major upheaval in the last three years, and Covid’s long-term impact on the music industry…
