This city doesn’t sleep. It headbangs, it crowd-surfs, it screams itself hoarse at 11pm on a Tuesday and does it all again the next night. Right now, Sydney is living through what can only be described as a full-on live music renaissance — and if you’re not paying attention, you’re already missing it.
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