His Lordship
They listen to what Chrissie Hynde says, they’re cranked up, they wear cheap suits, they dig raw rock’n’roll…
Interview: Ian Fortnam
His Lordship: as edgy as an amphetamine breakfast.
Imbued with the unquiet spirit of raw, unhinged rock’n’roll, His Lordship have stripped 21st-century post-rock sophistication back to a rip-snorting, souped-up skeletal chassis that’s part hot rod, part brutal assault.
There’s just the two of them – James Walborne covers guitar and vocals, Kristoffer Sonne supplies the beat – and they’re never more comfortable than when they’re bouncing in the red. They’ve got Jerry Lee snake oil in their veins, channelling The Cramps and backwoods rockabilly psychosis and oozing an aura of bourbon-soaked sonic delinquency. But, says James: “We don’t want to be a fucking retro thing. We don’t wanna write about being in a Cadillac. We want to write about now.”