We regret to inform you of the impending requirements, the change of regulations, the new demand that doing nothing is not an option.
You are hereby required to move.
Viva Brother is not a band to be dealt with sitting down.
“These are songs about leaving people, songs about getting out from where you live, songs about being in an altered state,” says singer Lee Newell.
Take a listen to Famous First Words. For that you can lay about the house, pet the cat, water a plant. But then get up and get out. Go see them. For it is live where Viva Brother will claim you.
You will sacrifice yourself willingly, for to see them up on the stage, to sweat along with the gathered mass, to feel each three-and-a-half minute pop gem deep within your bones, rattling the building’s rafters—this is the natural habitat of the band called Viva Brother.
They got up. They got out. They were born in a place called Slough, west of London, a burg devoted mostly to office work and drug dealing. A place to leave.