Siblings Angus and Julia Stone surely were bred on some type of Australian commune far from the maniacal grasps of mainstream society. They certainly were unaware of television growing up, only read fairy tales, and probably were only allowed to watch one silent French film a week (projected onto a barren wooden wall using their father's turn of the century projector), only after six hours of harpsichord practice followed by two hours of theoretical string arrangement.
Their music has an angelic, warm fuzzy-inducing innocence that soothes you down to the core. Perfectly compliments a Sunday evening at dusk, as you sip tea and try not to look directly into the sun because your Mother's voice is still in the back of your head (and then you realize your Mother is actually standing behind you, telling you not to look directly into the sun...go inside, Mom, dinner's not going to cook itself).
Beyond the beauty of their music, Angus and Julia are, well, beautiful. Angus resembles a handsome drifter, with just the right amount of scraggly ruggedness. He is the type of man who mysteriously knocks at your door, in need of a place to sleep and perhaps a hot meal. You are initially a little skeptical due to his long hair and puffy beard. However, within the first hour he fixes the stove, teaches your children how to whittle, sings your constantly crying baby to sleep, and reminds you and your husband/wife/mistress why you fell in love (done so through some possibly fictitious "true story" told over dinner). Julia resembles a Shakespearean heroine, but one of the foxier, more self-aware ones who is able to fend for herself. Initially, she is set to marry some spoiled brat Prince, but learns of his devious plans to marry her and ultimately whore her out to the village in order to earn enough money to build a fantastical flying boat that will take him to the moon. She outwits the Prince by framing him for the murder of his own Uncle (who happened to just die of natural causes) and he is then imprisoned for life.
