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.
