This Wild Life

S'up fuckers. Listen to this;



Good init. That's what over 4 million other people apparently thought of this cover, too. The sweet tones of Kevin Jordan's voice are enough to lull you into a little delicious sleep; you know, the kind where you wake up and don't hate everybody. I mean, Oli Sykes original vocals are good, really good, but there's something about a song being covered by a bearded man with an acoustic guitar that we as listeners eat up. Now tell me how many of you haven't started this video again. Cus if you haven't, go do it.

I digress (a lot), but this was the cover that got This Wild Life a lot of attention. Recently signed to Epitaph Records, the once pop-punk twosome turned acoustic band, have began making noise in a big way in the UK. Anyway, I went to The Talking Heads in Southampton (eurgh) last week to watch these two talented bastards perform. Never a dull moment in that grey city, I encountered a Spanish Catalan, a gypsy trying to steal cigarettes out of an old ashtray and quickly realised that emo ain't dead, apparently. The first support came on who's name I forget (and I'm not one to shun support acts, remember Mirror Signal?); but for the articles sake let's call them Ben Howard wannabes with less sexual tension between the lead singer and the bassist. Rob Lynch was up next who is a huge bag of talent and stage presence, joining them just off the U.S. Warped Tour where they both performed throughout. Then it got to 10pm, show time for TWL, and as I sipped my luke-warm Budweiser, remembering how much I despised it with every gulp, I was perplexed by the lack of crowd rushing into the venue in time for the guys to get on stage. Are the people of Southampton turned off by good music? Does everyone know something I don't about the Talking Heads venue? Has Ebola suddenly hit Hampshire? Whatever it was, it meant they were missing out, big time. The bromance was real, the fans were laughing, someone was shouting about tits, there was nothing not to love about the atmosphere, no matter how small the crowd. As expected for the first night of a tour, you could sense the nerves on Kevin, but he brought it back with personal anecdotes and dat whistle in Puppy Love. By their last song both Anthony and Kevin were in the full swing, and as they finished History, the crowd chanted for one more song, that they apologetically shook their heads at. Mad respect for bands that are honest about their last song. The important thing was that they left the crowd wanting more; which I'm sure with how talented these boys are, they will deliver in the new year. As I left that little venue that made me sweat more than dicks on a hot day despite the person next to me not invading my personal space, I had one thought and one thought only, these guys are gonna be huge.



To catch these guys before their tour ends, you can book tickets here.
Equally, you could tweet them some love, or buy some merch.
Regardless of whether you do all or none, just enjoy them. 

Big love x