Nick
Copywriter, sometime music journalist and bassist in dancefloor indie crew The Housewives. Shirks about in north London, listening to records while aimlessly browsing the internet for pictures of hungover owls and the like. Possessed of a fondness for music genres with daft names (shitgaze? witch house?). Enjoys asking bands odd questions, drinks and rides his bike home from the pub too much and will be plugging the shit out of his band on here. Apologies in advance...
Rory
Frustrated sub-editor and music journalist, with powerful sideburns and media glasses to match. Walking cliché? Not quite, but he will be your co-pilot for this tickertape parade of nonsense we’re calling a blog. When he’s not at gigs, Rory can be found bouncing around to a bit of floor-filling electro, or running round Regent’s Park (he’s the only runner who also ‘air drums’). He also likes bands that use cowbells, no matter how obviously shoddy the rest of their catalogue is.
Rory occasionally points his camera at things and comes away with a photo that looks like it should. It’s a rarity, but you can find them over there on the Flickr page. Take a look! Your optician will thank you later…
