Both based in south-east London, Poile and Morris bonded over this shared love having met through mutual band friends – everything from classic Argento to the ultimately obscure ends of Italian slashers. Once the two met creatively over a rough set of demos that Poile had written out of his shed, Crushed Beaks became a roughshod, DIY force that embodied their heroes cinematic ethics.
Poile’s pop sensibilities consistently shine through the dusk of reverberated guitars as Alex Morris relentless drumming brings an inimitable life to each song. Comparisons to the likes of No Age and My Bloody Valentine go some way to encapsulating the urgency of their sound – but go little way in experiencing it in person.