Tiny practice nights, big hearts, thank you

Big love to our friends and fam who rock up to the tiny practice nights. 🖤
It’s the sing‑alongs, the bad jokes, and the “play that one again” moments that make all the difference. Wouldn’t be doing this without you.

Those little evenings are where the songs actually grow up. Someone yells a harmony from the couch, someone else hears a dodgy snare, the room laughs when a lyric goes sideways—and somehow the track lands better the next run. That’s the magic. No pressure, no lights, just a handful of people who know us well enough to say, “try it a touch faster” or “leave that bar empty”.

Shout out to the mates who lug amps, the siblings who film on cracked phones, the parents who bring snacks and still clap like it’s a headline set. You make the rough edges feel like part of the plan.

We’ll remember these rooms when the venues get bigger. Thanks for keeping us honest, loud, and a little bit feral.

🖤 Elevator Primates