When a band’s bio sports a preponderance of terms like “jaw-dropping”, “breathtaking” and “prepare to be left in awe”, alarms bells sound. Such a wealth of superlatives immediately suggests that the band (or perhaps more accurately, their label or management) are trying to compensate for something. ...
The rickety lift to the fourth floor was strewn with blood red roses; a warning shot across the bow before stepping into the rouge Orient Room, the opium den meets Little Shop of Horrors design scheme a fitting canvas for the night’s proceedings. Here to launch their eponymous EP, the early nerves f...