The Thousands

Cut Off Your Hands write sunny pop songs tailor made for summer car radios (preferably played with the windows down). They also work well when blared from a stereo of some sort, while making goo goo eyes at someone pretty over a milkshake. So the thought of the band, in real life, playing amidst a Bondi dusk, is almost too much. Almost. Throw a sneaky arm around someone to the croon of ‘Oh Girl’. – VH