Listen to Danny McDonald In Melbourne Tonight here.
Jesus. Opening line is, “Cicadas sing in the Morton Bay Figs in Melbourne tonight,” delivered as spoken word, in a painfully prosaic Australian accent. It only nose-dives from there, with references to trams, the MCG, cathedral spires and hard-working weather vanes populating this grating, overwrought and ineffectual ode to the songwriter’s home. The chorus celebrates a town by a river with leafy streets – a description so broad it could apply to any city in the temperate climate zone – in a frankly unlistenable half-whine, half-squeal rock out. Awful.
