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Fast Five: My Grey Horse



How did you meet and what’s the story behind your band name?

We got our name from a great song by Mongolian throat singer, Yat Kha, called Oy Adym (my grey horse) – Pete actually made a short film of the same name, and that has squirrels in it.

How’d we meet? Well, Pete, John and I are brothers, so they sort of knew each another by the time that the band came about. It properly began with Pete and John playing as an acoustic act when me and Tom and a bunch of other friends would put on gigs. Tom joined, then I joined, and then we started transforming these sketches into real songs after meeting Joe at Stratford-Upon-Avon College. None of us live there anymore and have since spread ourselves out from London to Cardiff – we’re kind of a homeless band.

How would you describe your music?

With difficulty. It has lots of vocals, harmonies, an organic centre and crappy keyboards that usually bob on top.

What have you been up to so far and what can we expect over the coming months?

Since we formed a few years back, we have put out three EPs and played all over the place, but have really found solace in shutting ourselves away searching for a sound. Whether it is in barns or log cabins, we like writing a lot – even though most of our output will thankfully never see the light of day. We aren’t far off of releasing our debut album, which feels more like learning to walk again than we thought it would.

If you could duet with anybody who would it be and why?

I can’t decide. It’d be David Bowie, but he just feels ethereal and is too intimidating. The Wrens: their genius comes from such crude simplicity, which is so difficult to do. They’re a band that, once you find – and everybody does at some point – you have a ‘what am I doing with my life?’ moment. I have this dream where I get an email off of Charles from the band being all ‘have a listen to our new record, I think it’s great having pertinent, honest lyrics about our lives, but do you think it’s lacking the parables of a naïve twenty-something that you can bring?’ and I’m like ‘let’s grab a drink and talk this over’ – but my I don’t check my emails a lot, so it’ll probably be lost in the junk mail folder. In a perfect world, Spencer Krug would be into making a concept record full of downbeat lyrics and tons of vocal harmonies.

What’s your desert island disc and why would you take this one album?

Something that can serenade sunstroke, the sun is awful on my pasty face. I guess I’d want something which is fairly taut so it stirs up those unshowered hours of watching Ray Mears and helps me build a raft. I guess the perfect album for that would be Abbey Road, The Beatles.