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In a trying-to-be-seedy haunt on the overpopulated streets of the inner north is where you’ll find Matt Parlane, clad in blue jeans and a flannel - the coolness of which often undercut by a ridiculous hat or accessory. Amidst the egomania and social clout of the Melbourne music scene, Matt manages to retain a rare and humble modesty. A kind of Stephen Malkmus meets Kurt Cobain, his music is hard to describe. A homage to indie rock, with lyrical phrases reminiscent of a coming-of-age film. Matt yearns for love (and sobriety) lost through inimitable melodies and, at times, rough and punkish chord progressions. Striking throughout his work is the continuous proof of Matt’s own love for music, new and old. But this is never highlighted through arrogance, instead Matt encompasses the universal feelings we all share: that life is a bit awkward and uncomfortable, but nonetheless it is pain that enables us “to write such heartfelt (half-arsed) songs”.