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High Hopes: The Record Company – Ass-kicking Blues-Rock, Rubbish Name

Meet the world’s only bluesy trio whose music smells of caramel ice cream and strawberries.

Support acts aren’t supposed to succeed like this. It might be Blackberry Smoke’s London audience at tonight’s gig, and it might be early, but they’re already on their feet, clapping along to songs they’ve never heard before.

As the set froths to a giddy climax, the band’s frontman, caught in the moment, deliriously raises his acoustic guitar above his head and threatens to bring it crashing to the stage. He thinks better of it, sheepishly lowers it to regulation height, and departs to a roar. 

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