“WE DON’T MAKE MUSIC! MUSIC MAKES US!”
So say these two guys, Ezra Tafari and Leonn Meade, from their studio in Walthamstow. Ezra is tall, but his slouched shoulders imply, uncomfortably so. Stood beside Leonn, he appears even smaller, some might say insignificant. Where Ezra's syntax is loaded with metaphor,Leonn is the opposite. He is direct. Arms coated in tattoos including the image of a lion on his left shoulder, scars, stretched ears, skinny jeans and Doc Martens, all make for an impos...
“WE DON’T MAKE MUSIC! MUSIC MAKES US!”
So say these two guys, Ezra Tafari and Leonn Meade, from their studio in Walthamstow. Ezra is tall, but his slouched shoulders imply, uncomfortably so. Stood beside Leonn, he appears even smaller, some might say insignificant. Where Ezra's syntax is loaded with metaphor,Leonn is the opposite. He is direct. Arms coated in tattoos including the image of a lion on his left shoulder, scars, stretched ears, skinny jeans and Doc Martens, all make for an imposing presence. His confidence is as endearing as his charm. On stage and off, Leonn is the speaker of the two, but it is clear Ezra is the outspoken one (listen to the probing lyrics of 'Great White Truth')
One listen to their debut offering 'The Line' will have you rocking to the rhythm of their recklessness as they use tales of their social discontent, spiritual shortcomings and sexual escapades to walk The Line; push the boundaries and unravel their dirtiest dreams into their own idiosyncratic brand of alternative-rock infusions.
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