Benjamin Sveen
Benjamin gobbles up anything noisy and melodic with the unholy appetite of Saturn devouring his children. When he is not contriving distasteful analogies with Roman mythology, he is also prone to spewing forth unpopular opinions about music, literature and society, e.g. Foucault's concept of the panopticon perfectly explains the birth of the modern nightclub. He also likes spending his occasional bouts of insomnia cultivating ideas for disaster movies, which at present centre around the covert development of sonic weaponry in some extremely ill-thought out underground location - say, directly below Vaucluse - inexplicably resulting in a miniature earthquake, forcing the mansions above to collapse with concertina-style elasticity, before the cliff-tops themselves tremble and crumble into Sydney Harbour, with glorious long-panning, slow-mo camera shots capturing every eschatological detail... In the meantime, he might just consult his Townes Van Zandt records, and settle for penning a country song about it instead.
