Lincoln’s Gold—”the last rock ‘n’ band in Sydney”—are a despicable group of people. The only reason I’m writing this is because they’re paying me. I’ve met each of their five members a number of times, and each encounter has been disastrous. One member is a toothless acid-freak who lives in his van, their drummer is a notorious member of Sydney’s illegal greyhound racing scene, the singer once tried to set my hair on fire, their guitarist is a miserable vagrant, and their bassist once tried to kill my family pet!
Somehow, after disintegrating in 2017, Lincoln’s Gold managed to pull themselves back together in late 2019 for a string of now-infamous live shows; performances marred by hospitalizations and on-stage brawls. As Monster Children put it, “There’s no escaping a Lincoln’s Gold set. It’s dirty, in your face, and your mother would be petrified if she knew you went to their show.”
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