Most documentaries about cult bands come across as slavering hagiographies – mounted by fans, often for fans. But Matt Weston’s Cosmic Psychos: Blokes You Can Trust (2013) plays, broadly, like a farce. His chronicle of ‘Australia’s most unlikely rock and roll heroes’ introduces us to a combo whose success has been one long, gracious accident. ‘Here’s 3 ugly lookin’ blokes, tourin’ the world, playing in all these wonderful cities, dining at all these wonderful restaurants, meeting all these famous people,’ marvels Ross Knight,1 the band’s bassist/vocalist and long-running frontman. The documentary’s many talking heads, and even Weston himself, take great delight in how these bogans from the bush – who sing about dead kangaroos, shooting rabbits, driving tractors and the pub – fell arse-backwards into a career. Even to the…
