They’re from the Mornington Peninsula, not Mount Gambier as I’d always assumed for some reason, and although it means they’re not from quite as secluded a place as I’d thought, they’re still from somewhere plenty weird enough in its own right. I went there once for a wedding, and before that I’d only really known about the place because of the song Mordialoc Road Duplicator by TISM, from the gloriously named Great Trucking Songs of the Renaissance (and which I only knew about because of the groom, who loved them and enjoyed the fact that they wrote a song about a construction project - “if you’re interested in roadworks/see me later”).
But the whole place is covered in tea trees, which hide all the houses behind them: you drive around on endless roads but see no one, like it’s a ghost suburb. It’s easy to see how you’d grow up a little odd there. And this is a great song, like a swamp for your ears, and although they never really became that well known I love the fact that they’re still playing, middle-aged men pretending to be teenagers for their entire lives, and that they clearly know it’s never going to get better but they don’t care, because if they’d become well known they’d have probably had to have split up by now.
Kind of like the wedding couple, who’d lived together for 8 years before getting married in the grand event of the season, went on honeymoon around the world for 6 months before coming back and breaking up, before they even got the photos back. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rQ-fvr2qLc0