“Parkas, Pints & Proper Scenes: Cool Britannia Take Australia 2025"

Alright… gather round. Sit down. Take your coat off. Don’t put it on the back of the chair — someone’ll nick it.

First things first: thank you. Seriously. Brisbane, Sydney, Melbourne, Adelaide, Sunshine Coast, Gold Coast — you lot turned up, sang like it was 1994, and behaved just responsibly enough for us to be allowed back into the venues. Which is all you can ask for, really.

Brisbane kicked it off — sweaty, loud, hugging strangers by the second chorus. Sydney? Absolute scenes. And not just metaphorically — we literally played on Sydney Harbour, on a boat called SEADECK. A gig on the water. Britpop on a floating nightclub. If that doesn’t scream “mid-life crisis done properly”, I don’t know what does. We had the skyline, the breeze, and people shouting Oasis lyrics at the Opera House like it owed them money.

Melbourne was… well, Melbourne. Everyone pretending they’re too cool to enjoy it, while knowing every single word. Adelaide surprised us — proper big hearts, proper big voices. Sunshine Coast and Gold Coast? You’re meant to be chilled out beach bums! — instead you went full Madchester, arms everywhere, imaginary bucket hats, vibes set permanently to Happy Mondays at 2am.

And then there was the string quartet. Yes. We played Britpop with a symphony orchestra string section. Violins doing things they were probably warned about at music school. Bittersweet Symphony with live string section. Oasis with actual gravitas. Your Year 9 music teacher would’ve cried. We nearly did.

Now, let’s address the elephant in the room: Oasis were back in Australia. Suddenly everyone’s like, “Yeah, I always liked them.” Oh, did you? Funny, because in 2009 you were calling Wonderwall “a bit much”. But fair play — if Noel and Liam are in town, we’ll happily warm up the crowd emotionally and spiritually. Think of us as the pub beforehand… but louder.

And that’s kind of the point. We’re not a tribute band. We’re not here doing one haircut, one parka, one argument. We play the whole era. Oasis, Blur, Pulp, Stereophonics, Inspiral Carpets, James, Travis, Radiohead, Charlatans… even a bit of Paul Weller, because at some point you have to acknowledge your elders. It’s the full 90s — the bangers, the sad ones, the “why am I suddenly emotional?” ones.

It’s Madchester energy. Britpop swagger. Indie sing-alongs. The sound of when nights were long, drinks were cheap, and no one filmed you dancing. If you know, you know. If you don’t — we’ll teach you.

And finally… 2026. Oh yes. We’re back. Bigger shows. New cities. Very special guests (can’t say who yet, but let’s just say you’ll be texting people you haven’t spoken to since 1998). Same songs, same chaos, same feeling that Monday morning is going to be rough.

Thanks for coming. Thanks for singing. Thanks for reminding us why this music still matters. Now go home, drink some water, and put Definitely Maybe back on.

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