Meeting Warratah’s vocalist Barry Saunders at the Wellington railway station feels very right. Very comfortable. After all, the band has spent a fair part of their career in bars, playing to regular folk, locals and people passing through. He’s the same. Dressed in a brown car coat, shirt with the collar up and trademark tousled hair – a slightly older, grey flecked version of his eternal self. We sit by the window. His eyes constantly scan the trail of lunch time commuters who trudge past – automatons, with only food on their minds. Well, that’s our consensus.
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