Under Western Skies: Broken Hill (Show #5) 

Ah holidays! Aren’t they the best. You’re all stuck in your cars on the way to work in the city at 5kmph (or stuck behind a caravan on a country road doing 75kmph - I can assure you, both are on the same level of frustration) 

Me? I’m driving 3200km by myself to play some music to people who’ve never heard of my band. 

Granted it’s probably not the thought most of you conjured up when I first mentioned holidays but anyway, I shall get on with this postcard’s prose. 
I was so excited I couldn’t sleep, the last run of the tour was upon us and it was a true road trip - far west, and then a reasonable distance north… I firmly believe that the grant we got was based on a willingness to travel to the places that original music has forgotten and I was looking forward to it like you wouldn’t believe. 
That excitement was somewhat tempered by getting to the hire place on the Wednesday morning to discover that the 3 seater van that I’d booked through the website was actually a two seater - “yeah, it’s pretty close to that model” said the helpful customer service man and, I can’t argue with that from a numerical standpoint but in a real life scenario 3 men (even one of my diminutive stature) into 2 seats does not go, thus began a solo road trip. 

There’s beauty in a 10 hour drive, if you’re prepared to embrace the experience, soundtracked perfectly and plenty of thinking time and it’s a reality of living in regional Australia that if you want to get anywhere you need to give yourself a bit of time. I’ll confess to not being the biggest fan of the Cobar to Wilcannia stretch, the straight roads can’t find you wandering off until a stray goat brings your focus sharply back. 

I was listening to a podcast that was dissecting Kanye West’s “Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy” - a great album in my opinion and it’s perfect for dissecting (I’ve used that word twice now, probably ‘cause that’s the name of the podcast too - check it out if that sort of thing interests you). 
Back through Nyngan I went, with memories of that gig still giving me warm gooey feelings, through Cobar with the sausage roll I bought from the servo for lunch giving me other not so good feelings, through Wilcannia where I implore you to stop if you have a chance and look past what A Current Affair has told you about the place and onwards to Broken Hill and a bigger bluer sky. 

Can I just say I love Broken Hill, not many places would be worth a ten hour drive but this place is - it’s enigmatic, a cool, cultured place in the middle of nowhere and I appreciate the efforts of the artistic community there to keep breath in the lungs. To quote that great movie line, “it’s just the vibe”. 
From staying at playing at “the Priscilla pub” (The Palace Hotel) to Dallas’ favourite day of the tour, exploring Silverton’s Mad Max Museum, there’s just so much to take in. 

Thursday was gig day. An early morning trip to the ABC to play live was almost derailed by local politics and broken embargoes but eventually we got there, only realising when I was in the green room that the guitar I’d brought with me was in a different tuning to any of the songs from the new record (preparation 101 people!). 

Back to the Palace and Tim was excited as soon as he saw the sequined curtains on stage - every place brings a new experience so you appreciate the little things. My words can’t do justice to the set-up in the room we played, ceiling murals and just a beautiful room. 
I got to test out a few new solo songs for the opening set, and the extremely talented Aimee Volkofsky joined us as well for some local flavour. Playing a Thursday night in a place like this makes you feel like a real rock band, and the gig was great but you’ve probably read enough descriptions of our live shows to do you for a while, but they say that the value is in the journey not the destination… and this tour has definitely been a journey. Let’s meet again soon Broken Hill shall we? (Just leave the 3am fire alarm in your back pocket next time!) 


Under Western Skies: Nyngan (Show #4) 

Gig days are always fun, except when they are potentially not the most fun thing on that day. We’d known for a while that Dubbo was going to have a beer festival (with live music!) on the same day as our Nyngan gig. You know that certain kind of paranoia that all the cool stuff happens when you’re not around? Yeah I had a case of that. 

I had a foolproof plan to try 2 nice craft beers before heading off - which was blown up by the first sample I was given when the brewer says to me, seeing the satisfied look on my post sip face, “you like that? Doesn’t taste like it’s 13% alcohol does it?” 

Dejected, and potentially over the limit from one mouthful of hard lemonade I waited. If there hadn’t been a giant game of Connect 4 who knows what I would have done. 

...but I know you clicked this link to hear all about Nyngan so here we go... 

As one of the early supporters of this idea I was keen to give Nyngan a great show but I have to admit a level of trepidation at playing at a Golf Club. Not the most common bedfellows Golf and Rock & Roll. 

After easing audiences into our sets earlier in the tour, we adopted what we’ve titled the “Punch Nyngan in the face” setlist not with any ill will of course, simply that we’d come out of the gates with our loudest, rockingest songs (that they don’t know)... I mentioned this was akin to punching someone in the face upon first meeting them... my fears however were dismissed with a hearty chorus from the other band members of “well let’s punch Nyngan in the face!” 

You know what else helped? 200 people turning up with rock & roll in mind - as Eraser kicked things off my fears disappeared. These were the nights I had in mind when this tour was proposed, and would be hard to top. Playing outside, under a western sky. 

By the time the guttural riffs of Mannequin had drifted off into the night the high was well and truly established. 

One guy said he felt the bass rumble at his house and was drawn to walk the 6 blocks to the venue, another, effusive in his praise said that it was so good he bought a CD - and he doesn’t even have a CD player... can every gig be like this please?

Under Western Skies: Armatree (Show #3) 

Many people would say don’t rely on Apple Maps anyway but whatever, I’m a bit of a fan boy (this is my opinion only, definitely not shared by the rest of the band - for the record) but anyway... 

What I can safely say is that you should remember, unlike me, that Apple Maps requires mobile service to work and if your tour date is in a place with no mobile reception and you haven’t previously worked out where you’re going there may be a problem. 

So as deep and meaningful conversation between myself and opm drummer Dave turned into, “is this the turnoff? I’m sure it’s here somewhere” an unwelcome feeling of apprehension crept in - if we can’t find the venue, would the audience? Would we be playing in the middle of nowhere to no one? 

I feel like I need to contextualise this - we were heading for Armatree, which the census qualifies as a “suburb” of regional NSW. Busby Marou played at this same pub 6 months earlier and had a crowd in the multiple hundreds. 

Perhaps that’s not so impressive to you folk who are used to taking the stage at Wembley but when I point out that Armatree’s population is also in the multiple hundreds (284, officially) that makes a great pub crowd even more impressive. Especially when there’s no local paper, no local radio and we’re not playing songs that anyone knows. 

I counted roughly 50 people, which is pretty good for a Friday night, 1/6 of the population of the “suburb” - if that happened in Sydney you’d be playing to a crowd of 500,000, so I’m calling success. 

Another thing I learned is to make sure you look at your set list before dedicating a song. My “thanks for coming, thanks for supporting original music in regional Australia” spiel confused more than a few people (as well as the rest of the band) when I started singing the chorus of our song Don Draper (“You’re making me maaaaad maaaan”) but at least it gave me room for a semi-humorous mea culpa. It wouldn’t be the last time I made that mistake... 

Thanks to Simon Allen & The Unpaid Millions as well as The Exchange for supporting us. Simon even had people asking to pose for photos with him after the gig. Maybe he needs a lesson in not stealing the limelight... totes jokes... we’re more than happy to ride their coat tails :)

Under Western Skies: Coonamble (Show #2) 

There was a fear that my skills in logistics and timetabling had let me down again (honestly they are not skills that I sharpen with any regularity) when I got a call a few weeks out from the Coonamble gig. 

“There’s a Rotary Ball on the same night” 

Of course I laughed because in my experience this was the sort of thing you needed ID to get into - that ID being a seniors card - which, according to Spotify (surprisingly) isn’t our most popular demographic. 

Lest I rest on my mistaken assumptions I was quickly informed that oh no, Coonamble Rotary is different... of course as it turns out different means “directly appealing to the exact same crowd that one would normally expect would support a night of live music” 

Damn. It. 

I hurriedly put in a call to the Bucking Bull (aka the venue of the unbelievably rocking rock show about to hit town) and decided to play along with a game of publican knows best when one of original music in the west’s new best friends Trevor assured me it wouldn’t matter. 

Fast forward to the day of - fresh from a moderately well attended gig in Coonabarabran we were prepared to play for an empty beer garden like it was Wembley Stadium. 

It wasn’t a lack of faith I promise but more that feeling that sometimes comes over songwriters when there’s this sneaky feeling that no one will show. Dave and Dallas took the van and gear via Baradine and Tim and I cruised through the Warrumbungle National Park for a spot of bird watching. 

What? That’s a legitimate exercise to engage in on a rock & roll tour! 

Technically it was Tim doing the watching (he’s really very good, pick his brain about it) while I asked annoying questions and probably made far too much noise in environments where that wasn’t exactly the recipe for success. 

A few dirt roads later we hit Coonamble and cruised past the pub - and what is out the front? A big effing chalkboard with “LIVE BANDS ONE NIGHT ONLY” and the line-up. OK, so the pub was excited, this might be OK. 

We stopped downtown, imposing ourselves on the only open cafe at a distinctly non “lunchy” time and losing the battle to have them turn the fryers back on we walked out with 4 chicken sandwiches, having heard the people behind the counter talking about “the big gig tonight” unbeknownst that it was us that was the big gig. That was enough fuel for my ego - the optimism meter was starting to flicker... 

Joined by our great mates Civil Hands, Mannequin and Simon Allen there was one thing we knew - there would be at least 15 people there ‘cause we all weren’t going anywhere else. 

A few early birds put that at around 25 and I was happy, telling myself that it was a pretty good number for this tour of songs you’ve never heard. 

(Here them here!)

You know they even gave us a green room to relax in (Trevor, you are a legend!) and I don’t recall it happening but by the time the opening D chord to Magpie was ringing out the crowd had swelled to a hundred or more. Estimates from the pub put it near 200 by the end of the night. 

The pattern of losing myself in the set continued so the memories are fuzzy but I know there was singing and dancing... I need to give a shout out to the two incredible people who pretty much danced all night for the bands and got other people up to do the same. 

OK, I’ll admit, occasionally I’m prone to the use of hyperbole but if I said this was one of my favourite gigs ever I wouldn’t be stringing you along. Coonamble, you’ve outdone yourselves and it was an absolute pleasure to play for you. Until next time! 


Under Western Skies: Coonabarabran (Show #1) 

As I was flying into Dubbo that Friday afternoon, content in the knowledge that I had completely avoided the responsibility of packing the tour van (I do have a little bit of lead singer disease after all) it struck me, “we’re going on tour!” 

I like to think I’m a rock star sometimes but I’m almost 40 and have never been on tour. What’s that all about? 

Barely fitting my remaining gear into Tim’s car (do I really need two tuner pedals? Yes, I do!) we started the trek north to Coonabarabran. I have fun memories of Coonabarabran, it felt like longer in the family car when I was 10 but a 90 minute trip to hang out in a dinosaur themed park is right up there with my favourite childhood memories. It may have cost 20 cents to make the T-Rex roar but it was worth so much more than that… I miss you Miniland… 

Anyway, time for a road trip, on with the tunes! Except not, because despite a CD being clearly visible in the CD player in Tim’s car, pressing eject could only elicit a “No Disc” message. Was it trying to tell us something? I don’t think so but it was frustrating none the less (for Tim) because any silence gives me the opportunity to fill it with diatribes about the music industry, politics and the state of education – sometimes even a combination of the three riveting subjects… 

I’m sure the CD player will magically be fixed next time. 

The venue awaits. The only place fitting enough for an unknown band playing unknown songs at loud volume – the local Bowlo. I can’t fault the CBC for their support, they even let us park on the grass, which is the ultimate sign of respect (I gather). 

With 4 sets of hands and basically no idea what we were doing we started to assemble the PA. And all went swimmingly as far as I could tell, although I was doing a lot of pretending to be busy so I didn’t have to carry the subs. Banner up, instruments tuned and ready to go, schnitzels ordered and perhaps a beer or two to calm the nerves. It was time for the main event… the meat raffles. 

In all the excitement, Tim and Dave invested their per diems in dreams of a meaty reward, exactly what we would do with 10kg of fresh fillet steak if they won had not yet been considered, perhaps the plan was to let them roast in the Coonamble sun the following day like we all would? 

Righto – time for some music to calm the carnivorous hordes. Brad Haling sir, you are up! Only problem was, having plugged the PA in (we assumed) correctly in a slight state of panic we didn’t test it and now there was no sound. NO SOUND! That’s the only thing a PA exists for, to give sound and this one gave none… thankfully plugging the cables into where they really went instead of just where we thought they went fixed this. 

Brad serenaded us with his gravelly folk tunes and women and children cheered (and men too I gather… I couldn’t hear anything, stress had robbed me of most of my senses… and this was only Day #1!) 

Mannequin were next, hitting the stage in acoustic mode, very fine tunes not at all assisted by our inability to provide anything in the way of background music for the set change aside from some sub-bass sound that approximated being locked in the boot of a car doing midnight mainies. Still having class support acts paid off again as the night was righted and the mood was set for our… um… set. 

Honestly I can’t remember that much from the performance. Still struggling with sound I begged Scott from Mannequin to fix it (which probably only he could, and did) and we’d just play. I swallowed my heart, my life flashed before my eyes (or perhaps it was the kitchen light being turned off) and I took out my in ear monitors (rookie error) and we played. 

I thought it had gone about as well as we could have expected until our second to last song where we were joined by Churchy, friend and great supporter of the band since day #1, local hero and stellar guitarist for a guest spot. All of the sudden the phones came out. I’ve never had 7 cameras recording my performance before… and they weren’t this time either , they were on Adrian so I tried to photobomb him as many times as possible… it was a triumphant moment and a pleasure to have him on our stage. 

Pretty good for first night jitters – look out Coonamble you (and we) don’t know just what might happen next!


Important thanks, memories and more shows! 


Follow us on Spotify and we'll unlock the gate on the, er, intimate video of our 5th Birthday Show (there are other options if you're not a Spotifyer...)


7 more shows! Tell your friends!! (especially if they live in Coonabarabran, Coonamble, Armatree, Nyngan, Broken Hill, Bourke or Lightning Ridge!)


Thanks and appreciation

Everyone knows that you can't have a party without some pretty dedicated people behind the scenes. We need to publicly call out a few incredible humans (whether they want us to or not) 

Fred Randell - loader in and setter up of much of the sound gear, troubleshooter, dancer, singer along and provider of great songs for cover versions, you sir are a legend and an absolute asset to Dubbo's live original music scene. 

Scott Feringa - we threw you in on an unfamiliar desk with lots of buttons and flashing lights and threw all kinds of requests at you, additional performances, stage requests, mixing in a new room you handled it like a pro. 

Laura Kelly - managing the chaos of the door at a rock & roll show like a seasoned merch desk master. Bringing order to a Saturday night crowd with patience is no easy task but you made it look that way. 

Morgan Williams - working the room with lens in hand, we can't pretend we weren't playing up the angles occasionally but hopefully we gave you something to work with! Your enthusiasm for shooting live music is infectious 

Daniel Rutter - often seen behind a camera of one type or another, your support of original music in the area is very much appreciated, your doco work and filmclips do a great job of showing just how much talent there is in this town. 

Robert Holmes - 4 year fan club veteran, Amy Mines - dancefloor leader, Brandon Troutman - another fan club supporter, songwriting genius and unofficial king sharer of One Proud Monkey posts... 

And all of you, singing, dancing, sitting, wishing you knew the words, beautiful people who ventured out to see a bunch of old guys who think they're still young guys make some noise and call it music. From the bottom of our Monkey hearts - thank you

Lyrics for One Proud Monkey 

Put the record on and singalong! ffm.to/newopm


I don’t really like 6 o'clock in the morning 

When words turn to fog in my mouth 

I’m looking out the window at the frost on the grass 

And I don’t really want to go out 

The floorboards creak 

And the house is cold 

But it’s nothing to do with us 

It’s not even winter like other places in the world 

But i guess that’s a plus 

Won't you lay down next to me and warm my frozen bones 


Half your week in the car in a traffic gridlock 

The other half at your desk scrolling further than you've walked 

Wondering why there's nothing better than this 

Your new favourite band is in town tonight 

But you're sitting on the lounge tucked in tight 

Hitting buttons bitching that there's nothing on 

You won't hear this on the radio 

They don't play our songs oh no 

But there's no room between commercials anyway 

So I'm gonna play another song 

Even if the football's on 

You're probably only here for the meat tray anyway 

Even if you're only here for the meat tray giveaway 

The carpet smells of a thousand spilled beers 

And i haven't changed my strings for a million years 

Even if there's only two people in the room 

Cables are tangled like a politicians lies 

And I can see your foot tapping and the life in your eyes 

Could it be we're gonna win you over soon 


Hey there captain that's a tidal wave you're sailing us into 

Maybe you didn't listen maybe you didn't think this through 

Those orders you shout they sound a lot like hyperbole 

But sailing with a blindfold just believing what you think you see 

If two crewman wanna love each other don't you think it should be so? 

You just cover your eyes and say no, no, no, no, no no! 

You're making me mad, man... 

Hey there captain surely you can feel the rising seas 

Shipmates in shadowed corners I think I can smell mutiny 

Hey there captain do you think you'll ever learn? 

Or just you keep on sailing until you fall off the edge of the earth 

If I show you the evidence that we're sinking our own boat 

You just block your ears and say no, no, no, no, no no! 

You're making me mad, man... 


Typewriter peppers the page like rain at the window 

Rage is my parents' alarm again 

And I'm writing down my favourite songs 

But I'm not making any friends 

Taping my favourite songs all night from the radio 

Gotta get the DJ's cadence right 

Flinching as the car deck swallows another compilation 

Tangled around the heads real tight 

Olden Days 

Recollected through the idealistic haze 

Tell me now do you remember the olden days 

Saved up my money bought a little 45 

Then I left it on the front seat in the sun 

Well it didn't play too good after that 

Gotta go back buy another one 

Walking around I got every song in the world right here in my pocket 

Now that my phone's not stuck to the wall 

Oh when you think about those days 

Do you miss the olden days at all 

Reading liner notes while the record plays 

Playing air guitar on an imaginary stage 


Wake up in the morning to the magpie calls 

Singing man what a beautiful dawn 

Can you hear him while you’re sleeping there 

Can you hear him wherever you’ve gone? 

I see the midday moon 

It's watching over you 

Sometimes I think about what’s outside the sky 

Try and imagine where we’re going to 

We used to play our games on these streets 

Past the vampire's house we walked 

This morning the shops are full but I don’t know the people 

It’s been too long since we talked 

I remember your eyes over the sea 

The night you spoke to me 

And I fell asleep that night 

Knowing everything would be alright 

The magpie said it'll be alright 

He's been watching over you 

All your life 

And with him by your side 

You can rest here on the hill 


You planted a little tree 

Planted here next to me 

I sat and watched it grow 

From my window 

Now that tree has a little bird 

Sitting on its limb 

And you're gonna keep her 

From the rain and the wind 

The tree grows fast and strong 

Just like we thought all along 

Maybe i'll get a tear in my eye 

As she leaves the branch and learns to fly 

But the tree will always stand 

A place for you to land 

When you need to spend some time at home... 


I hope you’re sweating in the dock 

Now that you’ve finally been caught 

Don’t turn your mind 

To last minute denial 

The paperwork you should’ve filed 

Has it all 

About the trust you have abused 

How when we thought you were there for us 

It’s clear you’re there for you 

And getting as much as you can 

For yourself and your clan 

Before you’re unmasked and we all learn the truth 

But on judgement day 

We give our power away 

And we wonder 

Why we yell and complain 

But end up with the same 

Losers pulling us under again 

You swear you didn’t know any better 

You wrote your declaration in a letter 

That’s not worth the paper you spilled gravy on 

How I wish you find that train was long gone 

As witnesses for the prosecution and you’re done 

You can’t even run 

You’re tied to those pork barrels 

And the baggage from your travels 

Repeating all your crimes 

The profligate is shut for good this time 


And in the future 

when all we have 

chips under our skin 

so we don't need the keys to get in 

And we all run around 

Like protons doing laps of the Hadron Collider 

We need to take a deep breath and walk around outside 

Slow down 

Get a song in your head and sing it out loud like there's no one around 

Apply brakes 

Remember when we stayed up all night singing songs that we liked from our mix tapes 

And in the future 

The car drives itself while we do work in the backseat 

Still you feel incomplete 

Now in the future 

When all we consume consists of zeros and ones 

Remember that going offline can be done

20 Tickets 

Surely we've banged on about our 5th Birthday Party enough for you to know that it's happening in Dubbo on February 10. And we've told you about the immense talent of our support acts Richard Perso and Turn On The Lights.

We had a few tickets available to those who got in early, and they sold out - there are a few left (not enough for everyone who has told us they're coming though...) and we didn't want our long time supporters to miss out. So with that in mind, we've added 20 tickets with the code OPMFRIEND so you can get yourself a $10 ticket too BUT it's only available for a week and when the 20 are gone they ain't coming back.

We've been jamming on new songs and working on cool ways to bring you a show different to what we've done before and it'll be a great night, especially if you're there!

Buy here: https://www.123tix.com.au/events/1072/one-proud-monkey-is-5

Use this code: OPMFRIEND

Then go here and tell everyone how excited you are: https://www.facebook.com/events/1847648902193152/

The Learning Curve (Part 2) 

“We do things differently out here” - unnamed publican, 2018  

The above statement could have been attributed to Captain Obvious as well but it is a sage piece of advice. The band was recently fortunate enough to get a grant from Music NSW after I opened my big mouth and said that I’d organise a tour to the western region of NSW. And I don’t mean west as in Dubbo - I mean really west… proper west… the west that misses out when artists say they’re going west (they mean Bathurst or Orange or if they’re really adventurous Mudgee or Dubbo)  

I could never figure out why touring acts did that (logistics and cost aside), I mean to me 100 people in Bourke is the equal of 100 in Sydney - 100 people anywhere who like your music is something to be thankful for (it just occurred to me that perhaps they were hoping to play for more than 100 people!)  

I guess I understand, when you want to take the next step you go the same direction that everyone who takes the next step goes right?  

As I mentioned in the blog for my solo projects (aka Part 1), I’ve decided to do things differently in 2018 so we’re going the opposite direction.  

With this in mind I sat back, I pictured desperate publicans and crowds of starved punters stalking the Facebook page and inundating us with offers, within a week we’d be locally famous and having horse drawn carts transport us to visit these lucky towns (…this shows you the depths of my arrogance and delusion… carts would take FAR too long)  

OK, so that last part wasn’t real - but I will say that I, disappointingly, humanly, fell into that trap of arrogance and the response served me right. Silence. Bar the cicadas outside my window as I lay awake trying to figure out where I was going wrong. No response to my Facebook messages. No response to my emails. What was going on here?  

A couple of venues had lined up but they were connected to people I knew already. Wait… what was that… yeah right, that massive thud was the sound of the bleeding obvious dawning on me. Connection… it’s all about connection. And I’m sure that goes for everywhere, not just the “out here” in my publican friend’s explanation. Because we care about people who care about us, we look after people who take an interest in what we’re trying to achieve.  

So I grabbed some CDs, some business cards and I jumped in the car and drove 600km around all the places I’d been trying to score a gig. I talked to people and I explained what was going on and why a band would want to play their own songs when there’s so many good ones already written.  

And people talked back, they asked questions and explained where they were coming from too - times are tough in some places and, despite the willingness, taking a risk on an unknown quantity is sometimes too much… but they appreciated that I’d made the time to come out in person - and I appreciated that they’d had the time to talk to some unknown musician type who rocked up unannounced. The result? We have a 7 date tour of western NSW coming up in February and March. You should come along.


Talking To Our Friends (Part 1) 

It feels like Dubbo has had a great year with music, we're feeling as optimistic as any time in our time as a band - but it's not something you can do alone, so I wanted to talk to some of the other artists in and around Dubbo and see what they've been up to.

Nolan Furnell (Eraser)

We’ve been really thrilled with the opportunities we’ve had in 2017 and are looking forward to building on that in 2018. We’ve only played publicly a couple of times but the response has been very encouraging. A few months ago we recorded two of our songs and are aiming to release them with music videos in the first half of 2018. Around that, our goal is to be playing live approximately once a month, including some regional travel & shows, and just to build on establishing a fanbase and writing more music. 


Gabrielle Flanagan

In the last 12 month I've juggled HSC, part time work and gigging. I’ve branched out, playing in new pubs as well as supporting heaps of cool artists such as Killing Heidi, Chelsea Basham, Mickey Pye and Ben Ransom. I've been lucky enough to be involved with great charity/community events like Pink Up Dubbo, Orana Relay for Life, Lust for Live and Dubbo’s Best Kept Secret. Collaboration with other artists has been a priority this year, from which we built a little 3 piece band which was both challenging and enjoyable. As for now I’ve scored a band 6 in music for the HSC and pack my bags in February to take on Sydney JMC Academy for a Bachelor of Entertainment Business Management.


Fred Randell (Civil Hands)

Civil Hands bookended 2017 with an album launch gig at the Old Dubbo Gaol in March and an intimate house concert in November. 5 singles / 5 months is an ongoing project that we kicked off in September with a new song each month paired with a local filmmakers video clip. After the fifth single is released in January, the band will head into the recording studio to lay down a bunch of additional tracks for what will become the band’s second album.