In Our Office.
While the rest of us are trying to get to bed Three Trapped Tigers are out there trying to stay awake, gnashing their jaw against the moon. Theyr’e up there on that mountain with the bells and the drums and all that. It’s a heck of a racket, a slinking dance with arms akimbo. Underneath it all is some soul, something entirely British that you can’t quite put your finger on. It’s the smash of a television set against the concrete, the smash of lips against tits.
Listen, I honestly don’t know all that much about Three Trapped Tigers except that it’s the kind of thing I like. Somewhere between early Mae-Shi, Battles and proper dance music is where you’ll find them. The band even has to take a break in there in the middle, presumably to catch its breath. They put out an EP in the UK late last year. They’re apparently playing some shows in the UK with Parts & Labor and Crystal Antlers, both of whom make a load of sense in that context.
There’s a little label over there called Blood and Biscuits who released the EP, and I think you’ll have to import your copy into the US through them. It costs five pounds but it’s definitely worth it.