Summary

When the British flag was first planted on Australian soil with the words "there is nothing here" the colonisers set up a tradition of denial. This still plagues us as a founding principle. What is festering in Australian backyards are generational denials and erasures brought out in the soundtrack, that plays like a meandering radio through a lazy Sunday afternoon. This hum offers stories of absence, of occupation and nostalgia: an unlocated site of layered Trauma.