You've all been listening to Round And Round we are sure, now see it live for our only gig this month! Camden Assembly, courtesy of Benumu! We're on at 6.30pm, find the event below and get a ticket for free entry. Also, why not get ready now by listening to Round And Round yet again!
2 weeks away! Round And Round will soon be released for the whole world! Find it online, hear it on the radio, scratch the lyrics onto your bedroom wall, scream at the neighbours, insert a data chip into your brain so it follows you wherever you go! Anything! Just make sure you don't miss out!
It's one of those nights. One of those nights when the clock strikes four and all hope of falling asleep is gone. In one hour light will be creeping through the crack in the curtains and any remnants of a desperate longing to slip away will be eradicated, completely replaced by a feeling of disorientation and bloodshot eyes. No meal throughout the next 18 hours will be enough to completely satisfy the hunger that is left in a person after a night without sleep and no task will be set upon with enough zeal to accomplish to any degree of satisfaction. No. All I have to look forward to is the hope of getting through the coming day with minimal irritation slipping past my hollow smile until I can finally get back to my bed to try again. What is it that keeps a person up at night? Some would say grudges, lost arguments that keep repeating in the head, driving a person to the point of madness. But I have none to speak of. Some say worry is what does it, Stress, too much to do, too little time, the approaching, unavoidable deadline. I have no such worries. The noise is back again. That constant, persistent noise. The scratching. Always, always the scratching. Long, hooked nails on wood, coming from all around at first, phantom eyes peering at me from the darkness until finally I can place the sound. Every time, every time it's coming from beneath me, the sound of rats scratching from under the floorboard, wearing down the rotting wood, I can hear the squeals and the whines now, the rats clawing their way up. It must be rats. It must be rats. Please let it be the rats. It can't be Number Six.
By The Freaks is back! We're sure you've all seen, we're sure you've all saved the date, we're sure you've had a look at the line up and are exhilarated at the very prospect of such a night! Just a few more bands to add and we'll be all set. What you do know is that you can look forward to some haunting jazz from Amorina, hard rock from Rollers of Bedlam and, of course, us. All at our favourite haunt, Amersham Arms!
It is with humungous grins on our faces that we get to announce the little bit of merch we have for all of you! Courtesy of Lights Go Out, Lucky Sevens is now stamped across a hefty bunch of badges and if you fancy getting your hand some them come find us at any upcoming gig! As always we'll be hanging around for the night but this time with something for you to take away. Stick em on bags, shirts, through your ears if you wish! Attach them to cork boards or accountants, the whole shebang! Badges and soon more...
Every show we play someone asks us why we are called Lucky Sevens. Whenever people hear of the band they assume there are seven of us. The truth is, there once was. Through a series of unfortunate events we were whittled down from seven band mates to the three impeccably dressed feral imps barely standing before you each night. We were thinking this evening of Number Seven and the circumstances surrounding how he came to leave us. Towards the end he developed a tendency to wear long sleeves, even in the warmest of weather, and he would often turn up to rehearsals acting shaky, with bags under his eyes stretching down to corners of his mouth. None of us saw any link until one day his sleeve got caught on a music stand and tore to the elbow, revealing a series of deep blue rings up his arm. He hurled himself from the room before anyone could react. We made chase but in vain, he was on a bus before anyone could catch him. The rest of the day was spent following dead end after dead end trying to find our missing band mate. We would receive word he was in Dalston, screaming about fire in his brain, only to get there and hear he had fled down to Wardour Street, shouting about faceless men with 'eyes like the sun'. So many trails to follow, it wasn't until night had fallen that one us finally got around to checking his home on the outskirts of the city. There was a power cut in the district and the stars, glinting like broken glass, were the only illumination of the street. Just outside Number Four's house strange lights began to hover in the sky, growing into a kaleidoscope of colour. Suddenly all the glass in the windows blew out and there was a terrific flash, a tall silhouette, and then nothing. All personal effects had disappeared from the house, all photos torn out of their frames and all cupboards bare. No flatmates to be found either. The only remaining item was left on the front porch. A single empty ash tray, reminiscent of the 50s. The same one Number Four always used.
Time to break the ghostly silence that has lingered over this page for so long. Yes, we have been recording, yes, we have been gigging, no, we have not bothered to keep anyone who uses this page abreast of things (that said, we are as loud and painful as ever on other social medias, where one has no need to actually write full sentences). The EP release looms ever closer, not that you get to know the date just yet. We also have a batch of gigs lined up for you, make your way down Wardour Street on the 21st to find us thrashing around in the caves of St Moritz. If you need a fix until then, well... isn't that a shame.
Until then,
Lucky Sevens
Hello again folks! As you may have twigged from the title we have decided to postpone recording. Not for any longer than a few weeks, just long enough for each of us to sort out a few personal things. We will still be meeting with our producer to look at the songs we have already recorded and will be back in the studio before you know it.
Until then,
Callum
In the early hours of yesterday morning we returned to the studio to further our EP... 2 down and not a lot longer to go. So far we have made good progress through some staples of our live show and are very excited for you to hear the surprises the EP has to offer. If you can't wait that long to hear the songs then come down to Cavendish Arms in Stockwell tonight! We'll be onstage alongside a multitude of excellent bands. Catch us at 7.20pm and stick around for a great night!
Until then,
Callum
On Thursday we finally headed into the studio to begin work on our EP. Things got off to a flying start, stools were thrown, poor jokes were made and a song was recorded! In the end we were left with the energy to think more about the next step: music videos and album artwork. We won't give too much away here but stay tuned, witches may be involved...
In other news we will be back on stage this Wednesday at The Water Rats in Kings Cross! It's going to be a fantastic night with a multitude of bands we are looking forward to playing with. Doors open at 7.30pm, we're on at 9.00pm, be there!
Until then,
Callum