103: LANY – WHERE THE HELL ARE MY FRIENDS

Those LANY chaps, who I first raved about precisely 100 days ago, are rather good. Seeing them interrupt their arena tour with Ellie Goulding a few weeks ago to play their entire discography to date in a sweaty Camden loft full of teenagers further reinforced that, and they put the rest of their spare time in London to good use by recording their first ever music video. ‘WHERE THE HELL ARE MY FRIENDS’ was only three days old that night and, like with ‘ILYSB’ after I first heard it on Zane Lowe’s show last year, it took a few listens to hook me in. That performance helped massively, as the refined and perhaps sterile sound of their recorded material is replaced by Paul Klein and his flailing locks stretching himself to all corners of the tiny stage with melancholic anguish in his wine-fuelled Friday night internet endeavours.

They’re back here in August, per Klein. Join them (and me, duh) before it goes beyond those coasts.

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