1987. A time when mullets were the peak of follicle fashion and bingo was the sport of preference through the trailer parks of the world. From yak milking, yurt dwelling, mulleted men of Ulaanbaatar to the drunken, disorderly dole bludgers of Melbourne, bingo had globally connected cultures with a language no one could speak, but everyone understood. It saved marriages, conceived children and solved Rubiks cubes.
And then it was gone.
The very essence of this subculture snuffed out by the corporate machine – blue rinsed, processed and packaged up to suit the sensitive digestive systems of post-menopausal women. Thought to be destined to remain a muddy memory, Bogan Bingo takes you back to these glory days when bingo was untamed, unpasteurized and unsuitable for public consumption. Guided by the comforting sounds of Jovi, Adams, Springsteen and DC, it’s raw, overwhelming and intrusive. Savour every minute.
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