The Roar Club & Club Biscuit have joined forces with Juicebox live to present two of the hottest bands of 2014 on the same bill! – FAT WHITE FAMILY & WYTCHES.
FAT WHITE FAMILY:
‘Probably the best band in London right now’ – NME
“They’re like the most ill looking people I’ve ever seen in my life.” – The Quietus. No. 5 in Top 50 albums of 2013.
‘Fat White Family have somehow pulled out one of the most bold, genuine, and genuinely ‘other’ debuts of 2013’ – CMU Artists of the Year.
The buzz: “They’re the filthiest band to stumble out of an East London squat in recent years.”
Admit it, Indie is STALE, where are the bands that push peoples buttons? Can a band inspire you to think a different way, can they repel you in disgust, can they shock, inspire, offer hope and change at the same time as delivering music that delivers sonically? Well the Fat Whites are ready to twist minds, steal souls as they demand a reaction, desire your attention. Are you ready to come?
After big bulbous features in The Guardian & NME and lavish (lascivious?) platitudes from the kool things of the online press world (Quietus, Junkyard etc etc) FWF are gearing up to unleash a CHAMPAGNE HOLOCAUST on the nation next February. Luckily for you people, Bedford is on the destination list. Expect DANGER, possible nudity and tunes like WET HOT BEEF.
‘The Wytches are a three-man monolith. The riffs are pure Nirvana but with a bit more style, and Kristian Bell’s voice has a perfect blend of grunt and clarity – nothing has struck me this hard since The Pixies’ Black Francis.’ – Artrocker Magazine
‘Wytches are tapping into a dark strain of psychedelia and painting it black’ – The Guardian.
‘Think Nirvana’s Bleach, The Arctic Monkey’s Humbug, The Horrors’ Strange House and you’re half way there; the Wytches are a band you will not easily forget.’ – All Tomorrow’s Parties.
From the streets of Peterborough via Brighton, WYTCHES offer a glimpse of what Nirvana might have sounded like if Kurt Cobain eschewed the smack for psychedelics. They’ve support the likes of The Cribs, Drenge and Death Grips and if lead singer Kristian Bell’s vocal cords hold out, the celebrity girlfriends and arena tours are grim inevitability.