The Molotovs - In their own words…



There was a period a while ago where we all thought we may no longer like each other, but old flames are hard to dampen. All but one of us met at a large and wearing party in Oxford, the sort which goes on far too long, ceases to be a party, and instead becomes an endurance test. To pass the time, we picked up instruments and played for a couple months, enjoyed ourselves, then played more when the party finally came to an end. The fifth member was met during the protracted hang over, and he fit in just fine. We all gathered in a room in Old Street, and recorded ourselves with a laptop. Right now someone is recording us with a bigger computer. If you listen real close, you might hear from us.