Walking down Brunswick Street, Fitzroy, I spot the head I’ve been told to look out for outside a tiny hole-in-the-wall cafe: DC Root. All-over black cowboy get-up and the much-loved cowboy hat. Ordering myself a glass of wine (fuck, I love Melbourne) I awkwardly pose my first incisive question to get the ball rolling.
How sexy are Root! as a band? And in his…
