There's a ragged glory to Broken Hands' music - a rumbling growl and cathartic howl suggesting decades on the road, if not the wagon; half a lifetime of hard days, wild nights and regretful dawns. The fact that the impossibly youthful band are actually only just embarking on their own rock odyssey is hard to fathom, and will probably prove deeply upsetting for the many addled bluesmen forced to symbolically sell their souls to achieve something like it. The roots of R&B run strong in such young blood, but dare to call what they do 'classic' rock and they'll scoff politely: these are contemporary songs, culled from countless sessions down in their borrowed basement rehearsal space. They've just done it in a quiet bit of Kent.
A fresh blend of progressive shoegaze and melancholic, contemplative indie rock. A reminder of wistful, long walks and pensive periods resting in long grass.
The lineup: Polly Mackey (guitar, vocals), Paul Bates (bass), Jac Roberts (guitar), Tom Ryan (drums), Sian Rosier (synth).