The Loft were exactly the kind of band I would have goobbled up given half a chance. Literate, guitar dreamers who took their cues from The Velvet Underground, Television and The Byrds and knew their Camus from their Rilke.
But they were gone before they could realise their clear promise. In the most explosive circumstances, (if Indie bands break ups can really be described as explosive). Onstage at the Hammersmith Palais during a support slot for The Colourfield.
Forty years after they've reformed. Finally recorded their debut album and they're off on a tour. I'll see them in a few weeks time at The Cluny. In the meantime this, their second and final single remains golden. Exemplary.
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