Vocals / Guitar
Jack
The voice that cuts through smoke and beer. Writes lyrics about missed trains and girls who leave at 2am. Drinks tea, not coffee.
Four brothers from Newcastle
A few streets from the river Tyne. Pub gigs, late-night drives, fights outside chip shops. Now we're four on stage, still too loud for the neighbours.
Vocals / Guitar
The voice that cuts through smoke and beer. Writes lyrics about missed trains and girls who leave at 2am. Drinks tea, not coffee.
Lead Guitar
Plays solos that make ears bleed. Broke three amps this year. Swears it's always the venue's wiring, never his pedalboard.
Bass
Keeps the low end rumbling. Says very little, but every bassline is an opinion. Communicates mostly through nods and raised eyebrows.
Drums
Breaks sticks like they're matchsticks. The oldest, the loudest, and the reason the neighbours know every setlist by heart.