Read on Thump: Meet the Man Behind the #FluteDrop
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8:57 PM: I accompany Ward's managers to their car, where they pocket a hip flask and try to figure out where they're sleeping tonight. Like Ward and Underbelly, these guys are in their early twenties. It's their first time managing anyone, and they secured the tour by sending a well-timed email.Unsurprisingly, given their limited experience, the tour seems to be run as a sort of happy-go-lucky farce. It's not immediately apparent that anyone really knows what they're doing, but they seem to be just about pulling it off.9:30 PM: As we move onto the pub, the managers invite me to see their band perform in a couple of weeks."Our guitarist will put his dick in a pig if you can get it in VICE.""Jerry's a vegan.""Yeah, but not for moral reasons. I reckon he'd do it."10:47 PM: I head to the club to get some interviews before the show. Everyone I speak to denies any knowledge of Ward, apart from one guy, who describes his appeal as a mix of charm and mystique, and compares his flute-playing to Yo-Yo Ma's cello.12:52 AM: The track roaring through the club's speakers is wheeled up and Ward and DJ Underbely appear on stage. "Aaaaa-zeem! Aaaa-zeem! Aaaa-zeem!" starts the chant.Read on Noisey: I'm the Guy Who Made a Rap Video About Having a 'Cheeky Nando's'
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