Above, the Cahill Expressway perches dirt grey, a dull roar falling from its concrete lips onto the 30 or so huddled round the fixtures directly below. Their parakeet chatter renders it mute, not so the slipstream from mid-Saturday afternoon traffic cruising Sussex Street, down by the Sydney docks.
Nobody stops to gaze.
Crowded House are unremarkable amid the knot of film extras, crew and make-up artists. At least, they're supposed to be outsiders. Peculiarly, Crowded House seem almost outsiders on the rim of their own video shoot, hidden away down a nearby alleyway. There's a lot of waiting around. For You , begins slightly off-key.