From nocturnes to nightmares.
Picture Parlour have recently been broadcasting their histrionic transmission across the tenebrous quarters of South London and beyond, gaining recognition from all who’ve been smart enough to have discovered them thus far. After just a handful of live shows, this unit has made a colossal entrance to the music scene.
Observing their ravenously watchable live set, you may question whether you have found yourself back in July 1976, sat on the dusty back row of a Ciné Lumière, awaiting a sleazy neo-noir screening. That is if you manage to snatch a ticket before selling out, which is an increasingly common theme with this feverish band.
Be prepared for an interlude of mini motion pictures that vow to lure audiences with the lyrics of a born thespian, accompanied by a generous dose of spellbinding guitar, and sleazy bass lines.