...from the ashes of great fires. So comes forth a band, with an abundance of style, charisma and raw power, flying forth from Northamptonshire introducing their unique sound to the world. With the amalgamation of Gypsy Jazz, Rock'n'Roll, Folk and the ever catchy Pop chorus comes some seriously catchy music with plenty of outward musicality. Their constantly maturing sound and wide ranging influences make this band one of the freshest and most compositionally interesting bands in the current scene.
The life of the Circus is to be free. Free from the constraints of the predictable establishment. From its humble beginnings in nothing but a field the Gang has acquired strength from combining its talents. Fearlessly fusing rockabilly and latin blood, rhythmically driving the Red heart of the Triangle. Bloodlines give strength within the cult, for the shout of the siblings roars above the dull of the masses. Slapped upright was its education, Waits was its lullaby and delayed slapback was its punitive incentive. The Red Triangle Circus Gang has known childhood but chose to ignore it. Its perpetual adolescence is to be both pitied and feared but its maturity is a trait not easily overlooked. Within our ranks exist the Prince of the gypsy charisma, the Duke of the style jazz, we are not of pure breed but pure breeds derive from us. Beware should you be confronted by the Gang. To dance forth beckoned by violins and serenaded by the choral Circus is to lay your heart on the shoulder of the powerful. This power is not our creation, we do not claim to wield it but through the soundtrack to which we are accompanied you may fall into its trap. The Gang lives on. Some have thrived, some have fallen but with each soul the Triangle grows stronger. The traits of the individuals are intensified from within, transferred among the collective and thus become the bass from which new stems shoot. Our current soil, though scattered with rock still holds the latin fields and would need reincarnation to remove not just the Duke but its classical history too. The rest is history waiting to be written…
