This show has a killer synopsis – you can almost hear the opening song, the BeeGees’ ‘Stayin’ Alive’, pounding down the pavement as you read it:
‘From the cops and the crocs of 1960s Palm Island to the blood-spattered dance floors of Melbourne in the ’70s, Wrong Kind of Black is the personal story of Boori Monty Pryor. Dubbed ‘The Black Superman’, Monty spins tunes at the Albion Charles Hotel where he and younger brother Paul rub shoulders with a motley crew of Russian mobsters and Aussie yobbos alike. The ‘fro and the flares seem like worlds away from Monty’s childhood on remote Palm Island – but beneath the surface, not much has changed. Aboriginal culture is still not welcome in white society.’
