It's a Sunday morning. From my studio I've been treated to the sounds of a saxophonist playing Careless Whisper, the Pink Panther theme and other saxophone classics we've all come to love. A bluekombi slowly passes, its iconic sound conjuring visions of an easier life, coasting. Yesterday, the aural pleasures were quite different. A rare pair of bogan banshees were fighting, or perhaps mating, it was hard to tell.