With a Big Moon support slot this autumn and SXSW in the bag, Trudy and the Romance’s scurvy ascent has been as pestilent as the plague, infecting hearts and minds everywhere. Labelled ‘mutant 50’s pop’ by assorted members of the press, their previous single ‘He Sings’ sailed lecherously up to number 7 on the UK Spotify viral charts.
Their freakbeat flavoured skiffle clearly strikes a chord with legions of mutant fans everywhere and is a broken bottle to the face of blind conformity.
Described as “An electrifying new voice for rock’s near future” ,“Impossible to pin down, they deliver a drunken, stumbling, shambolic rock ’n roll that somehow keeps its shit together when the going gets tough. Truly, Trudy are something very special indeed”
“The off-kilter genre is a fusion of grungy garage rock and doo-wop-inspired instrumentals, combined with the metamorphic nature of frontman Oliver Taylor, whose voice seamlessly transitions between a fragile falsetto and guttural growls”
“If anyone’s gonna do anything from Liverpool in the next 12 months, it’ll be this lot”– NME
6Music’s Steve Lamacq is a bona fide fan. After seeing them live at their packed-out debut London headline show at The Victoria this July he promptly made them artist of the week. Further feverish support on the wireless has come from Radio 1’s Huw Stephens who included ‘He Sings’ in his Best of BBC Introducing,
With more material in the works and more gigging before the year is out, whatever Trudy and the Romance are cooking up will be a drunken witch’s brew of lovesick sea shanties and rabble rousing ditties. To all those who thought the age of romance in music is long dead, Trudy and the Romance stand defiant as mutated specimens of a bygone era.
The Fat Angel Sings 