Six Things You Need To Know About Tax The Heat
We meet the West Country's Men In Suits.
Tired but buzzing after the launch last night of their debut album Fed To The Lions, Tax The Heat are relishing God’s Own Junkyard, a dizzying warehouse in Walthamstow that’s crammed with strange treasures, signs and enough neon to wipe out the national grid. It’s all very cool – until they spot the tricycle.
“I’ll totally get on that,” says guitarist JP Jacyshyn, lowering his lanky frame on to the tiny contraption that’s clearly meant for kids.
“Don’t mess with a grown man on a kid’s tricycle,” singer/guitarist Alex Veale says, waving a Union Jack like The Trooper.
Post-photo shoot, props relinquished, we meet the band properly…