Remember walking down King Street in Newtown one day and realising there’s suddenly quite a lot of Thai restaurants?
Or walking down that same street and wondering why frozen yoghurt places are everywhere?
It’s a chain reaction. Something good starts and then all bandwagoneers wants to ‘ave a bloody go at it.
Club nights in Sydney are no different, it seems. I wonder if there’s a place where I can hear a bit of Arctic Monkeys or Oasis and have the club named after a song in the genre?
Good times. Real diversity there.
From here on in Fools Gold is going genreless and playing ALL THINGS BRITISH.
If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery it’s only a matter of time before the aforementioned clurbz do the same.