Hailing from country Victoria, the song encapsulates a wild and bleak weary world that came from the cruel oppression and banditry of a Victorian era and the remote rural landscapes.

Crisp acoustic guitars jangle and crystalline electric guitars shimmer in the ether as Malone’s sonorous and resonant voice recounts tales of woe and hardship in a barbed-wire baritone that bleeds with pain and regret.

His voice seems to emanate from the bottom of a whiskey glass and provides a soundtrack to an Hieronymus Bosch portraiture of despair. In this delivery, Malone and his band exudes the characteristic hallmarks of Johnny Cash, Leonard Cohen or Nick Cave while wallowing in some swampy antipodean bayou with a filtered light and liver damage.

Joined by a cast of Ballarat songwriting royalty, do not miss this once in a lifetime show.