An amalgamation of high school misfits, reminiscent of the Breakfast Club, Sports Team match aggression with irony, their chirpy indie pop contrasting the loud, punk vocals. The songs were captivating, but it was the onstage antics that left a mark. Their front-man regularly throwing shapes like Ian Curtis on fast forward, even stopping to ask a startled fan if he’s ever been fishing, before launching into the next track without waiting for an answer. It was intriguing, captivating and utterly memorable. It was exactly what a new band should be doing.
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