They’re not afraid to make an album that whispers.
It’s a discipline and a belief, this kind of guitar music and those who have tramped along to The Joy Formidable’s live shows the past couple of years, hungry for this debut, know this.
“Let there be drums.” “Fuck off.”
On a drab arterial road in Shadwell, in an art deco theatre, we wait in silence. There’s no support act or music to soothe us, just the sound of muttered conversation.