If you want to get to the core of Lambeth quartet Palma Violets, then 180 is essentially it. The door number of their South London base, it's where they played their first gigs – hedonistic house party setups, ranging from the sublime to the ridiculous. It's where they got signed (by Rough Trade around a year ago, and now it's the name of their debut LP – a slab of careering exuberance, that narrowly missed out on hitting the Top 10 (Booo, hisssss!)Like any creative space worth it's salt, 180 is full of a lot of weird shit, covered in quotes, home to some worrying anecdotes and, today, providing a roof to a hungover mate with an aura of homelessness about him. In between holding an impromptu jam session that seems to suggest that album #2 might sound like some kind of mildly terrifying psychedelic séance (spoiler alert), we made Sam, Chilli, Pete and Will show us around their pad…Read the rest on Noisey
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