Take a seat out of that wind. Here’s a story for you:
2007.
It was the year of the Dolphin. It was a year for the poles, north and south. And in March,
as people in Sydney twiddled their index fingers in preparation for an Earth Hour of darkness,
two lads in Melbourne twiddled their own index fingers.

Why? They had a computer, but unlike their neighbours in Sydney, these
lads were about to turn their appliance ON.
It was the birth of Junior Jr.
Who came first? The Jr or the Junior?
Neither. Both. Nathan O’Halloran and Tim Spicer... Junior Jr.

You have come from the Pink Floyd plains, after taking a left
at Tunng pass, crossed Cornelius river and find yourself at Junior Jr's vibrant plateau.
So look out over this here colourful expanse.
Your eyes ain’t that old, are they?
Over there, see that? A big pile of instruments?
Have a listen to how they sound when that whipping wind blows.
Here that?
That’s called Order... Its the soon to be release debut album from the Melbourne based duo
Crashing, soothing, sulking, prancing electronic flights of pop-laced fancy.
What’s it make you think of?
Don't quite hear country in this wind, but I do hear a whole lotta zippidydoodah.

These young uns and their fancy footsteps.

Listen. There it goes again.

That’s a fair whipping wind.