James Scanlon: Australian Man of Mystery. Or, well, less mystery, more blinding neon shirts that stop you looking too closely. A man of many talents: he dances (like a giraffe on crutches); he sings (mostly in the shower); he’s a one man version of Stomp (apologies to the neighbours) – but somehow, he’s still the man you’d happily introduce to your parents. In small doses, anyway. Absolutely incorrigible, unendingly enthusiastic and completely unstoppable with his typical downunder ‘ew beaut’ approach to life, love and above all music.