The revered Devon bean-face, Matthew Board, chumps it up in the first song of his set with his cool as Rio Tropical mate on double bass, Sammy.
Matthew, who grew up on a diet of beans and milky bars in an ant farm in Ermington, is destined for the piles of gold that await him from Heat Magazine (does that deserve the capital letter?) after he reveals all about his adulterous, cross-species relationship with the queen ant and ensuing disruption of the clan.
He's always upheld that wherever he goes he will not forget his roots and has a small clod of Devon-red soil in his trailer alongside a pile of smashed up James Blunt CDs and the last remaining Faberge egg.
Dubbed the 'one-man, Shoreditch fan club' by reporter Jimi Boyne in Tideford Times, Matthew's fashion knows no boundaries and is increasingly being regarded as the white-hot syringe of contemporary culture being injected into the veins of the Westcountry.
Sammy, on the other hand, has a reputation that can only be described as 'too good for words'. With his insatiable fascination with Rube Goldberg style contraptions, there's not much this crafty fingered, low frequency producing wizz-kid cannot do.
Enjoy.
