The enigmatic R.F. Coleman is making his debut live performance in Brunswick this week
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11.10.2022

The enigmatic R.F. Coleman is making his debut live performance in Brunswick this week

R.F. Coleman

R.F. Coleman has done it all - he's been shot, stabbed and poisoned with cyanide ... now he's heading to Brunswick Ballroom for his debut show.

Performing live for the first time, independent Melbourne artist, R.F Coleman is launching his debut release ‘I Couldn’t Trust’, as well as screening his debut music video. Catch him this week, on Thursday October 13 at the Brunswick Ballroom for a riot of a time. You know it’s gonna be good when the author of American Psycho has said “there’s something a little off about this guy.” Best of all – entry is free.

What you need to know

  • R.F. Coleman is releasing his debut single and music video this week
  • Entry is free and he’ll even draw your portrait as a thank you after the show if you stick around
  • It all goes down this Thursday, October 13 at the Brunswick Ballroom

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Co-written with Joshua Moriarty, of Miami Horror and Telenova, and co-produced by Scott Horscroft, who produced Silverchair, DMA’s, Empire of the Sun, The Presets and more, ‘I Couldn’t Trust’ is much more than just a catchy, retro bop. 534 days sober at the time of writing, ‘I Couldn’t Trust’ narrates the transition from addict to Coleman being able to trust himself once again.

His debut film clip being written, boarded, produced and co-directed by R.F. Coleman, alongside Jono Dutton, the ex-director of Neighbours (RIP) and shot by the award winning DOP, Chas Mackinnon. Catch a glimpse of it before you see it on the big screen on Thursday:

R. F. Coleman is an independent debut self-funded artist from Australia. Surprisingly, fluffing a contract with the largest label in the world as a 36-year-old debut musician isn’t the dumbest thing R. F. Coleman has done. While writing for the New York Times he put a hit out on himself after befriending a gangster in a military-run cocaine bar. He’s been shot, stabbed and poisoned with cyanide. Written books. Trashed them. Created thousands of pieces of art. The only one he’s kept is the soon-to-exhibited ‘The Toilet’. ‘The Toilet’ has been programmed to print R. F. Coleman’s shit artworks whenever money is flushed down it.

Don’t miss your opportunity to one day tell your kids you were at the first R.F. Coleman show. Grab your tickets before they go by heading here.