Camping at festivals can be so 'meh': dealing with dirty clothes, wet socks and a packet of corn thins that is now somehow crumbled at the end of your sleeping bag. Well, not anymore.
Guess what? You and five of your friends could be having afternoon tea with the First Aid Kit sisters!
After hitting the big time when Melbourne's own Sally Seltmann wrote '1234' for her, we've always felt a bit of a national affinity for Feist's docile, poppy tunes.
We hand over full-heart ownership to these boys and their jangly guitars and hyper-coloured lyrics.
Sometimes we come across something pretty speical - someone that we have never heard of before that, after only a few listens, makes us want to drive to their doorstep, get down on one knee and make them ours forever.
We've just finished polishing our dancing shoes in preparation for The Whitest Boy Alive coming back to Australian shores later this month.