“…Ya have to come, sonny. This is where we’re going… paradise! Two thousand miles from here, fresh water, plenty of sunshine; nothing to do but party!”

The year is 2012. In a post-festive future Australia, law & order has already begun to break down. Having escaped police custody, a band of berserk DigDeep DJs are attempting to outrun Sydney’s Harbour Police in a catamaran cruiser deemed the last of the V8 Interceptors. Decked out for the season’s High Flyers summer finale, the supercharged, chopped up and hot-rodded floating thunderdome rescues a tribe of party-faithful marauders and drifters gathered outside the Sydney Opera House in search of paradise…

Uniting in their quest for Utopia, the geared-up revellers form a tribe 1000 strong, fuelled with the knowledge that a nitrous injection of quality house music will be delivered. Absorbing the atmosphere they get deep into the vibe, filling their lungs with the bass, the rich mesmerising sounds bringing them together. A sea of people with hands raised in the air, all smiles, all easy, until a Mohawk and leather-clad partygoer only known as ‘The Goose’ shouts to the people, ‘”You’ve seen it! You’ve heard it! And you’re still asking questions?”

But just like Tina Turner, the crowd don’t need another hero, just a quality venue and music to kick on with. Eluding their initial pursuers, the band of DJs lead their fuel-injected party companions to dry land for a supercharged aftercooler at The Slip Inn courtyard, the debauchery carrying on into the much fabled ‘Tomorrow-morrow Land.’

Post apocalyptic fallout, the tribe is seen wandering the daylight ruins of Sydney lit up by thousands of fires and lights. The recital of a “tell” regarding their journey, and the party that led them to paradise, still etched in their minds until the next summer…

Let’s “Kick it in the guts, Barry…”

“…My life fades. The vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember a time of chaos. Ruined dreams. This wasted land. But most of all, I remember High Flyers. The man we called “Dave”. To understand who he was, you have to go back to another time. When the black subwoofers powered the world. And the desert sprouted great cities of pipe and steel. Gone now, swept away. For reasons long forgotten….”

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