From Melbourne by way of Brisbane, Confidence Man are unarguably one of the hottest acts on the planet right now. If Janet Planet, Sugar Bones, Clarence McGuffie and Reggie Goodchild weren’t a band already you’d be snapping at their heels demanding they form one before they left the bar. Although the carnage going on is controlled for the time being (it’s 3pm after all – these people aren’t animals), there’s an air of nonchalance that seems to suggest that for them, it’s business time, all the time.
The bar staff can’t work fast enough for them, shot after shot is delivered then downed but the demeanour never changes. Facing them are two figures sat in silence each veiled secretively in what look like a satanic beekeeper’s hat made of a material so black, the light seems to fall into it.
On one side, there’s a statuesque chap clad only in a pair of nothing-to-the-imagination hot pants sat next to a woman in a custom designed babydoll dress and shorts combo, it’s 6° outside. It’s a scene that needs to be seen to be believed. While the rest of the city toils away watching the clock and waiting for home time, the bar staff here are working overtime to provide enough shots for their only customers – the living illustration that’s sprawled across table number 5. In darkened bar just near heart of London, there’s a cartoon that’s come to life.
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