Over 30 years ago the Fauves drove up the Hume Highway to make their first album. Young, straight-backed and optimistic, raised to give up their seats for the elderly on public transport, they quickly fell in with the bohemian Sydney lifestyle.
They decided to call the record Faematronic, after the strange machine in the café down the road from their $50-a-night accommodation in Bondi. Steaming and billowing, it offered a drink altogether more intriguing than mum’s Nescafe, ushering the outer suburban ingenues into a hyper-caffeinated world of late nights in the studio.
