Living In Harmony
There’s a tiger in the room. And zebras, a polar bear and myriad other species. Not quite what one expects to see at three o’clock on a Thursday afternoon in East London.
The Kings Head members club won’t be hosting The Vegetarian Society anytime soon, but with its lavish furnishings, striking taxidermy displays (Victoriana-style relics of a bygone era) and ornate woodwork, it makes an appropriately regal setting for the band we’re here to meet. Not that they see themselves as kings – they’re a bunch of young, down-to-earth Canadians after all – but as a group The Sheepdogs command your attention.
Classic Rock arrives to find open suitcases and outfits draped over bar stools, as our photographer sets up lights. There are tasselled jackets, cowboy boots and technicolor shirts. It’s as if a Haight-Ashbury boutique just exploded all over the room.
The band assembles soon after, some of them bearing hangover food to soothe sore heads from last night’s aftershow. They’re all in their 20s and 30s but could have come from Laurel Canyon circa 1970.
It’s a far cry from their beginnings in Saskatoon,
