Molly's Lipps

A few pictures from our first gig  - more over on the gallery and once our errant friends have finished photoshopping themselves to look ten times better than anyone else in their pictures of the big night, we’ll be putting them up on here too. In the meantime…

Big up to this guy, Johnny Snowboard aka Rory aka the guy who was in intensive care a mere week before coming onstage. He did us all proud!

So turns out roofspace is at a premium in the basement of the Shoreditch – good job Moa’s heels weren’t any higher and that Sam has perfected a casually insouciant slouch otherwise there’d have been concussion all round up at their end of the stage.

Get money, fuck bitches? Or alternatively, get  door money and get stalked by the mysteriously spotlit, pink-haired Danny.

So a lot of you have been wondering about Sam’s nationality after we mistakenly named him as Canadian. Now we know he spent a large part of his childhood in San Francisco after he developed a borderline obsessive relationship with this globe on a stick at the afterparty.

Oh and then there was this party rocker (in joke).

T minus 24 hours till our first London gig, we’re on the bill with this lady, these guys and these guys! Plus we are djing afterwards and if you buy us a drink we might invite you back to the afterparty because we’re generous like that. Be there or be square bitches.