Rescued from the water’s numbing embrace by Old Ma and her trusty sidekick Sooz ‘The BallCrusher’; Joe, Adam, Barney, Jake, Toby, Henry and Nik were shoved unceremoniously behind instruments, mewling and dripping. Ol’ Ma took up her trusty sax, and told them all to play up or pack it in. And play they did. Spun fucked-up fairy tales of their former lives and spat ‘em out over brassy hooks, skanking rhythms, hypnotic grooves and tantalising melodies… They sang starry-eyed of childhood wonders and lustily of life’s little highs. Can’t sing? They’ll make you. Can’t dance? They’ll make you. They are Town of Cats.