James Kenyon hails from the Australia's Other Other Great City, Adelaide. In the intervening years he's done a pretty thorough job of dismantling it through art and story, including an art exhibition at MARS gallery in which he tortured city maps, twisted local sounds, and did his best to pretend that a millennium of erosion had cleaned up the city.

But before he destroyed his hometown with his art, he worked in a factory for a year, and bought a Bedford Van with two double beds in it and took to the highway. He travelled the country, got a degree in fine art, moved to Melbourne, and recorded an album. It was called The North Pole, and his next has to be out before September. Why? Listen to the show!