Pity poor Aussie bands. They try so hard. They try in earnest, toiling fretfully and fulfilling their self-assigned duty to rawk. And yet, one can so easily bisect them into two designated cordons and attach a printed label to each. Pub rock, AC/DC guys on one side. Jangly guitar, indie guys on the other. Single file.
Caught in the middle of this partition would…
