Hailing from Fremantle Carus hit the folk-rock highway ten years ago. He plays over two hundred shows every year and has sold tens of thousands of CDs. He plays the major festivals and has a passionate fan base that any D.I.Y folky would be proud of.

Yet, in many ways Carus owes more to the OZ pub rock tradition than his rootsy contemporaries. His show is essentially a rock and roll show. While he is a story telling troubadour in the Paul Kelly style, he “goes off” in the adrenaline fuelled manner of The Beasts, The Gurus and The Oils. A lyrical observer of society he may be- but a shoe gazer he ain't.

The tension between the sensitive balladeer and the fold back leaping, nut bag skeg with his guitar behind his head never left my mind during the entire recording process. While Carus says in the title track- he can fit his life into three boxes and go traveling, he himself is extremely difficult to squeeze into a single box.