As the rain falls over London, The Rills thunder into the night. Lightening fast rhythms propel them forward as they storm the stage, possessed by some divine force. But to meet them is a very different story.
“The Rills are dead! Long live The Rills” proclaims frontman & guitarist Mitch Spencer backstage, joking about the band’s new direction. “We wanted to start from scratch really. Create something new from the old ways” adds bassist Callum Warner-Webb. The two have humble beginnings on the skateparks of Lincoln, forming nearly-bands and busking for beer money all over a decade ago. “We like to keep moving, it’s sink or swim” jolts drummer Mason Cassar, also testing the waters in young bands that swam in the small towns of Essex. And it shows, between jibes & laughs you might hear from Vic & Bob, Mitch tells us that “There was nothing in Lincoln growing up. Really for culture it’s threadbare, we have the cathedral & that’s it! Not a lot for young people.”