This is what happens when you move out of Mum and Dads too early. Instead of saving up to go to Europe, you spend 7 years in Sydney meeting creative rich kids and wondering why you can’t keep up. 7 years of losing your footing, fighting a bad back and working out that these aren’t your people. Then reflecting with family. Working out you aren’t just the general human. You’re a one of one DJ ANDREW, one of 38 Crowe’s, a one of millions of Irish descendant Australians and one of a quizillion bundles of energy absorbing other bundles.

DJ ANDREWs album “Die One Day” lives in the living room. The songs are written between laughter, arguments and the monotony of housework. The tradition of contemplation atop gentle strumming continues here. The details of embodied vocals, a carpeted rental and a gumtree bought nylon stringed guitar are recorded, not produced.