The buff one-man boy band who made this country what it is today has gone global.

Spod banged down the bloody door and is now the subject of a bidding war. The scions of Silicon Valley are falling over themselves, pleading their pathetic cases, begging for even a token acknowledgement of their existence. So he’s heading Stateside to live, then reckoning with a months-long roster of poolside meetings as the mongrels make nice.

Ever since his manthem ‘Boys Night’ went viral, with Spotify rebranding themselves Spodify (without permission, a very expensive mistake) on Fathers Day, the Sultan of Seed has been sowing his mild oats over the seas, intent on making a lasting contribution to world peace as people-power (from Brexit, to Trump, Fuhrope and Fun Nation) prevails at last. Spod has a one-state solution for our poo-brown planet – and it starts with yr state of mind.

Get in on the ground floor y’all, this elevator goes right up to the roof. You should see the view from heaven!

It’s a long way from Pennant Hills to Ashfield (in Sydney traffic) and even further from Brooklyn (on the Hawkesbury) to Los Angeles, Hollywood. Some journey!

Rest that wrist fellow warrior – it’s time to soak up sage songs and propagate popular perspectives, the kind that have made Spod private friend number one for the violent majority.

Listen in awe as he performs ‘Party Of One’ live, then ‘Boys Night’, before wait – rewind – he’s obliged to commentate over a record second spin of the original version of the latter, due to the rabid requests of our starstruck texters.

Viral hits on viral bits via a viral Shit – this is the epic episode that will make Australia mates again.