Enemy Voices
…The sound of sitcoms through paper-thin walls, canned laughter creeping through the skirting boards, lovers rowing, baby teething, only Bedsit London, this and every evening. Nail down the letterbox, put the phone on pager, turn up the amp and hear the Enemy Voices, a hybrid strain of Hip Hop and Electronica drip fed on a diet of Jay-Z, Beastie Boys, Morphine, Sex Pistols, and Kraftwerk. The walls have ears, the streets have teeth……….Enemy Voices, a London 3 piece coming to a theatre near you soon after all – ‘Who The F*ck Said Dance Was Dead?’