Riots wherever they let us in. No sponsors. No presales. Just us, you, and a roomful of broken glass.
Formed in a damp South Wales basement in 2019 because every other band in town was “trying to get on a podcast”. We’re not. We will never be on a podcast. If you book us on a podcast we will burn the studio down.
Banned from four pubs in the Rhymney Valley. Owns three throats.
Strings it the wrong way round on purpose. Hasn’t slept since the last Eisteddfod.
Plays through a busted amp he found behind a chippy in Pontypridd.
Unofficial Welsh record for snapped sticks per minute. Built his kit from a skip on Cathays Terrace.
Stuff people sent us. We can’t print most of it. Drop your photos in the booking inbox and you might end up taped to this wall.
Got a basement, a warehouse, a rugby clubhouse, a rooftop, a working men’s club, a chippy car park? We’ll play it. We bring our own PA. We bring our own problems.
