If everything was how it should be in the world, London progadelic four piece Teeth Of The Seaa should look like this:

But it’s not, so they look like this:

Take this track below for instance, imagine them scuttling onstage, shrouded in thick clouds of dry ice, eyes a’glowing through the mist and darkness, then this racket comes thundering out:

Teeth Of The Sea – Cities Of Gold