With a folded handkerchief in my breast pocket and a new bottle of single malt whiskey, Hannah Berge sits conversing with THE GENTLEMEN on Christ, Morgan Freeman and contradictions in organised religion.

The Gentlemen are bad with first impressions. In fact it took lead singer, Sammy Griffin, 9 years of infancy before she even muttered her first words. Needless to say this early isolation and inner anguish laid out the foundations of the awkward, almost autistic being sharing her secrets of song writing with me.

‘Hmm...teapots? Sushi, Cornish pastie, Keith Moon, moo cow....’

After co-singer Amy Costello convince Sammy into talking about her music, not just naming random objects, the words flow thick and fast.

‘We’re like a really fat guy trying to fit as much in his stomach as possible. We’re folky even though we shave our armpits. We hate the word indie, but I spose we’re kinda a little bit of that too...in the sense we all have side fringes and take drugs for recreational purposes. We’re a bit tribal, mainly because we sacrifice small animals, but also because we just added a djembe player to the band. My songs are really the only thing in my life great enough for my parents to display in a glass cabinet, which says a lot considering in Grade 5 I came 4^th in the hundred metre sprint at little athletics.’

The Gentlemen play live very frequently for people who hate social situations. And they seem to have a lot of people coming to watch them for people with no friends. They seem to have radiant tans for people raised in the Swiss Alps. And they seem to be awkwardly charming and talented...for people with no legs.

WHO: The Gentlemen, Idol Crane, Adelle, The Gallant

WHERE and WHEN: The Hi-Fi bar, 4^th of Sep

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