The deep, stirring hum and pounding kick drum of Hallelujah pulse through my headphones and I can honestly say I’m pumped. Sitting on a packed out train in Sydney peak hour, I’m trying my darndest to do those subtle head-bobs and knee twitches that don’t disrupt my fellow sardined Sydney-siders.
It’s an undoubtedly rousing impression to make for the first track off Hoops, the…
