Indigo Bay

Running on feeling, Indigo Bay value earnest vulnerability over laddy machismo. Sleep deprived but too wired to try, these unlikely lads are conduits for widescreen indie-pop that explores themes of shame, joy, bravery and fear. So far, so Brooklyn bedsit. Yet as the camera pans to the window, we see wharfs and ports. Salt-mist and foam perma-cloud the foot of cranes reaching in and out of the estuary like docile arcade grabber claws. Docks and spillways are backfilled with shipping containers. Trawlers with repetitive motion injury arise from lethargic sleep and gradually trudge out to sea. This is Grimsby. A large port town, North Lincolnshire, UK. An aspiration casino where the house nearly always wins. Being an indie band from a town seeped in post-Thatcher Nihilism and nu-metal can feel like yelling through a walkie-talkie during a hurricane. Yet from the post-industrial decline, emerge indie-heavyweights in waiting: Indigo Bay radiate the kind of airtight, low- stakes, high-serotonin indie-pop that bumps the nervous system. Addictive melodies and gigantic pop hooks that deliver the same blue-sky-whiplash as the first day of spring.

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Meeting at college, Callum, George, Amias and Alex, were all in different bands put together by tutors. Bored by the insipid nature of group projects, Indigo Bay became a place they collectively escaped to. “Alex and I were jamming some Mac DeMarco songs in a room with Amias,” says vocalist Callum. “George walked by so we told him to grab a bass and plug in. We couldn’t stop grinning at how good it sounded. After that we would rehearse in that small room any chance we could. Sometimes we like to think that room is Indigo Bay.” 

Indigo Bay are: Callum Minks – lead vocals and rhythm guitar / George Gray – bass guitar and backing vocals / Amias Burrows – drums and backing vocals / Alex Plater –lead guitar and backing vocals.