By Callum Warner-Webb
Three seconds.
It only takes three seconds for these lads to take control of the room.
I am hooked in three seconds and can not resist being completely and utterly infatuated with their sound. The green brothers do not hold back and instantly capture you with a tune you can’t turn down. You can’t help but grin like a fool. A grin that is complemented with a nod and a bop, a grin that breaks only to say “holy shit! They’ve got it”.
Turn around and you’ll see a room full of eyes tethered to the Brothers. The People who know the lyrics are belting them out at the singer, arms out embracing the feeling. The ones who don’t are dancing themselves into a frenzy.
The spirit of the audience mirrors the Brothers energetic charisma.
So call in sick because three seconds takes you from ‘one more drink’ to ‘sorry I can’t come in today’
This band is not career friendly.
By all means treat a Green Brothers gig very seriously. They do not offer toilet breaks and this isn’t the music to make you sway. Mosh pits all the way. The ease at which the drummer rearranges the audience round the sweaty room could turn Keith Moon green.
Their melodic and tune-full post punk hits colour the room and are introduced briefly with a tight quip and a flirt from the lead singer. These songs do not need much introduction. They speak for themselves.
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