What's in a name?

Coffee And Cakes For Funerals may sound like the name for a shit emo band and I'm sure this won't be the first or last time I judge a book by its cover. That said, I was blown away by these guys.

The element of surprise certainly goes in favour of this Liverpudlian four-piece, who, on first impressions taking the stage look like a bunch of scallies adorned in all black with their tracksuit tops on and hoods up. One of them might have even been wearing joggers. But then they start playing. And your heart melts a little bit and you realise it IS possible to fall in love with chavs (metaphorically speaking). The singer's voice has an ultra smooth RnB vibe complimented by the band's laid back beats and melodic riffs. I've read similarities to Plan B, Eminem, Justin Timberlake and Radiohead. I'm gonna snub all of these because I don't like any of them. All I can say is they have a distinct sound I can't quite put my finger on (which is what we're after right?) but can only be witnessed live and in the flesh.

After a quick google I read a review which said '...they seem to reel off song after song with a justified arrogance, basking in the audience's adoration as though they've been doing it for years.'
Perhaps the poor turnout humbled them slightly but I don't think they came across cocky at all. In fact, they were rather endearing and I'm not the only one to say that night that I felt myself wishing there was a bigger audience to give them the applause they really deserved.

By the end of it the barely legal barmaid looks besotted and my brother, who's been searching for a vocal for his next track shouts to me 'FUCK HOUSE....I just wanna make stuff like this!' The rest of the night at The Adam & Eve was thoroughly enjoyable with headline act Esco Williams (another scouser) giving it his all and the after DJ dropping some bangers.

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