As purveyors of abyssal drop-tuned riffs, grizzly tones and unsettlingly spiky leads, there has never been anything soft or cuddly about the Tigercub sound – despite what the name might suggest. And their third album, The Perfume Of Decay, sees the Brighton-based trio becoming a fully grown, snarling beast of a band.
“The manifesto going in was to be as big and as unapologetic as we could,” explains Jamie Hall – the seven-foot-tall, self-described “weird dude” who masterminds the band’s ever-enthralling creative output in his capacities as guitarist, songwriter, frontman and producer. “I am who I am, and I just have to try and let my personality come through on whatever I’m trying to do,” he smiles.
Jamie’s penchant for juxtaposing soft but sinister lullaby vocals
