So, there may have been little clues across the socials, buried neatly among the pictures of cats, that something fabulous is happening in Kootchville, Kootchland, Kootchcity, People’s Democratic Republic of Kootch. Well, here it is: we have expanded!
Now, an expanding Kootch may not always be welcome news, but we are here to tell you that our Kootch is a warm, welcoming environment, big enough for people and instruments of all shapes and sizes. So, without further ado (and no more innuendos, maybe) we would like to introduce the most fabulous of swamp folk: Katy Campbell on fiddle and Ian Tilbrook on the ban-joy (ban-joy = banjo. Get it? It’s funny because people complain about banjos, a lot).
It all began when we invited Katy and Ian for a game of Cards Against Humanity. Deciding that nothing could be more offensive than a fiddle and a banjo, that’s what they brought to the party; And. They. Never. Left. Mostly because we wouldn’t feed them until they played for their supper - and then they made our songs sound so much gosh darned better, we locked all the doors and forced them to join the cult. BAND, WE MEAN BAND. This isn’t a cult. We just really like Latin. Yes, yes, there’s a lot of candles because who can afford heating these days? The sacrificial goat? Well, that, er, look, we’re not a cult.
Of course, we wouldn’t expect you to just believe us, oh no, we are shady characters after all - not wholly trustworthy, always in those dark robes (not a cult). So, we have put together a song, walked fifty miles through nettles and thorns, drawn some blood (because: thorns, still not a cult), stood next to an octopus (is that something cults do?) made a music video all so that you know there is now, definitely, 100%, undeniably, a fiddle and a banjo in the band.
We are still the Kootch you (delete as appropriate):
Love / know / tolerate from a distance / hate / loathe entirely / keep around, but only to annoy the in-laws.
Love, Harmonies, Cwtch
Kootch x