Start off a bit prog, they have flute on stage and five people. Slow lumbering music, a fitting soundtrack to being warm and drunk.
On the row of pews in front of me, children have earplugs put in.
Vocals kick in from the scrawny guitarist, warm ponderous vocals, like The Plimptons wish their B-sides could be. The bass drowns out loads.
Oop, speeds up like a train halfway through, thundering driving bass and rapid hi-hat, drowning out vocals, until two-piece harmonies kick in.
Can't remember seeing them before, but I do have an old Winchester Club flyer with their name on it, so they didn't make much of an impression.
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