Seven Hours

Seven Hours


Super sleazy roll n rock. If you want to taste something straight from the ground - raw, fresh, filthy and alive - then come closer...


Bradford has never been a fashionable place. The backdrop to Rita, Sue and Bob Too, it's where old death metallers and experimental 60s buildings go to die. There's no scene, there's no cool, there's no point. But there is the blues. It's inherent, old school and never outdated.

Seven Hours have grown up in the whiskey-sodden blues underworld of the city's dark and stinking cellar bars with musicians twice and three times their age. It's a different world down there, and it smells funny too. People aren't just playing the blues, they're living the blues. Your age, your occupation, your addiction, chasing a deal or just killing time - nothing matters as long as you're good, you mean it and you don't fuck around. These are the foundations on which Seven Hours stand.
But unlike their unlikely peers, Seven Hours have youth, ambition, and purpose. They're not trapped in a time warp.They've got MTV, HMV, NME and GLC. They don't want to play other people's blues because they've got their own. And any one who's ever been in love, out of love, cheated on, paranoid or brassic will know just where they're coming from...