It's not all mateship, utes and B&S balls out in the distant isolated farm towns of Australia.
There's darkness. Madness. The Devil.
The Lazy Farmer's Sons are Andy and Ben Gosling, two brothers hailing from the North-West Victorian badlands. They sing of the harshness of the land, the brutal reality of isolation in the Australian bush, and the darkness of the soul as a farmer watches another year's worth of topsoil blown away in north winds; of friends leaving farms made desolate by a decade of drought, of picking themselves up after another disastrous season and hurling themselves at the harsh labour of fencing and cropping. For these musicians, storytelling is not just entertainment for those without tv reception or a broadband connection - it's a combination of bearing witness to what's happening around them and a way of surviving, of tapping the energy and passions within and bringing catharsis from the edge of the abyss.
When Andy Gosling sings of his home you can feel the hot north winds on your face, the gnawing agoraphobia of scrub stretching as far as the eye can see - forged with the feeling of outrageous energy and spirit in the face of adversity, of stomping your feet and kicking on despite it all.
The Lazy Farmer's Sons will rock the stage - but their songs will haunt you long after.