I think it’s time we left the towns of ten thousand people to decide whether the lack of verse-chorus disqualifies Who was that at the Drive-in? as country rock. It can’t be the melding of life in a sparse rural community with American Graffitti cool nor the simple narrative detailing this setting and all that happens or happened during a typical night at the drives. Country rock would line up pick up trucks in the US and Sandman panelvans here and not try to be clever with valiants (a relatively obscure term) and ‘Ford thinkers’ who are not analogous with forward thinkers.

We’re not pandering to a non- country rock crowd so trust that the Aussie contingent at least, knows that God Save the Queen was the national anthem played before the first film was screened.

The ‘rest pause inbetween’ conflates a strained social convergence in the men’s room, with long forgotten scraps of conversation, with what would now be the push of a button and conceivably shorter in duration.

The sexual reference is just the right amount of nudge nudge wink wink considered tolerable and worthy of the M or MA rating.

The most difficult ask is rendering a poem into country rock, without a catchy chorus and only a near rhyme to finish.