Neu Horsey: “All of the decisions we make are, what’s the dumbest thing we could do?”

“What comes to mind is being pricks and thinking it was funny?” muses Jacob Read. “And also toilets. I remember we used to go in the toilet and poke our heads underneath, and the teacher would tell us off.” “It’s kind of the vibe of the band still,” nods Theo McCabe frankly, “just messing around and annoying people.”

Meeting at nursery aged three, the pair’s nascent career as pre-school delinquents might have enraged the teaching staff of South London, but a couple of decades later, their friendship has blossomed into ‘Debonair’ - their long-awaited debut LP as Horsey, alongside bandmates Jack Marshall and George Bass.

Having developed a cult following around the city over the past half-decade, the bonkers glam-jazz-rock opera tendencies of their musical output matched only by the pound shop gold sequin jackets they sport on stage (“I like the gold jackets because they’re fucking depressing and we look like some kind of weird wedding band…”), it’s a record that’s been a long time coming. Flitting between surrealist lyrical images of body parts and bizarre non-sequiturs, ‘Debonair’ spans almost 10 years of cherry-picked tracks and is ultimately defined by its distinct viewpoint more than anything else. It shouldn’t work together - if The League of Gentlemen was an album, it might sound something like this - and yet, beneath the dark humour and vaudevillian characters, somehow it does. “One thing I really love about Theo’s writing is he doesn’t hold back on anything,” Jacob notes. “He gets to the meat very naturally.” “They call me The Butcher,” Theo nods.