A converted suburban garage seems a fitting place for Tantrums to practice, given the slapdash spontaneous style they seem to bring to everything they do. Holed up in that purple room, surrounded by custom amps and converted keyboards it’s easy to forget that you’re in the middle of Northfield, not one of Birmingham’s most attractive areas. Just take the high street, a characterless mile of Pound Stretchers, Cash Converters and Home Bargains; shops stocking only the most generic and disposable goods. The music of Tantrums couldn’t be further removed from this – rather their unpredictable mishmash of sounds has more in common with the charity shops of Northfield that are awash with the eccentric and the avant-garde. CONTINUE READING THIS POST >