Four of my absolute best mates had their first proper gig a few Sunday's ago at the modest Rics Bar in the Valley. Away from the confines of a house party, they were partly full of nerves but mostly keen to get up there in front of a huge group of friends and family. I can’t remember a more enjoyable live set than the one they delivered. The beautiful Nelson killed it on drums, as did Hugh on bass guitar and in the qantas pyjama shirt. Hamish on sax, keys, guitar and vox could not have pulled off a better execution, and the incedible Mart on lead guitar once again left with a sliced-up finger from playing his actual heart out.
Not much else to say other than I love you you all, thank you for what you brought to us.
Hope you enjoy clips and pics as much as I did.
Words by Bill Job
Video by Phoebe Moisey
Photos by Sophie Hur
Illustrations by James Martoo
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