Someone pass me a drink, answering “Who are The Tills?” in a handful of words just seems a bit redundant doesn’t it?
I mean we all have our favorite rock bands, right... oh and what does rock even mean? Sure this band is more “garage” than “punk” but they’re still “pop” you know because they’ve got a hook or whatever. And then we just go on and on with vague genre descriptors or about what bands the band sounds like if you were to cherry pick different songs from different albums and make some kind of frankenstein record collection, and then we pretend like we’ve described them adequately - NOT. I don’t know what The Tills “sound like,” I just know how I feel leaving the show. And we all go to a lot of shows. But we don’t actually go to a lot of SHOWS. The ones where your shirt’s too drenched to even care anymore, the ones where whose beer is this? The SHOW shows where the band is a band and the audience is an audience, no matter how the spattered gathering of human beings felt about their collective status before paying the cover charge. That was then and this is now, and this is a rock show, pure palpable and unadulterated.
If we’ve got to do this, The Tills are a rock band from (Thr)Asheville, North Carolina, unofficial resting place of the psychedelic spirits from some other party. The Tills are four men, four musicians, who with amplified instruments and a kit of drums perform absolutely killer rock songs.