About a million years ago, when dinosaurs still ruled the earth (we’re not talking about the prehistoric beasts, by the way), we lived in a small fortress in North London with a guy who liked to call us Allan. Actually we lived in one newly-constructed and soon-to-be-a-swamp partitioned flat in Finsbury Park; then a loft that Sky refused to recognise as an actual address in Highgate; then, sticking with the whole Highgate thing, a kinda kick-ass flat that refused to recognise Sky in an art deco building leased out by a fucking crazy-lady. It was all very cool, and more specifically all very music industry. But, we’re pleased to say, a friendship ensued between two very different personalities in our protagonists here. We suppose in a way, having not physically or contemporaneously seen one another since we basically fell in love, shipped out of Highgate and got our shacking-up game on with the oh-so-lucky lady (you thought we were bumming there for a sec huh), in our mutual respects we have done away with what we both thought we were supposed to value in terms of our positions in our chosen professions and renewed ourselves. As an almost ironic by-product, it is also borderline exhilarating to engage on this modern way of letting go and getting back to the reasons that got us into this shit in the first place, and even more ironically that’s the precise point that said-shit starts working for us rather than us working for it. We can actually taste that exhilaration and outright happiness that’s been riddled into the fabric of So Far from this bloody lot Slowlights. You know that guy we were talking about earlier? He’s a fucking massive Coldplay fan (turns out everybody is, its just that a lot of people were being dicks about it for a bit innit), and there’s plenty of that to go around here. Add in the more contemporary pop-rock references like Kings Of Leon and The Killers, and it becomes crystal clear that not only is the act of making music full of its own inherent creative rewards, but there’s no real telling how far this could possibly go as far as the rest of the world is concerned. Get on down to the first live outing from Slowlights in London this Sunday at the Notting Hill Arts Club for promotional big-boys Communion.