Ignoring Izzy
Picture this: you’re in a supermarket. It’s silent. 6 kooks in dark mesh materialise from out of nowhere, armed with fringes, instruments, and a bag full of vegetables. The music starts—it’s brash and chaotic. A leek flies past your face. You think nothing of it. A radish follows. It’s raining vegetables. But the singer has this witchy quality which sucks you in. You can’t leave, but you don’t want to.

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