Five square pegs in one round hole. Five opposites; no common dress code, no two-tone hair, no skinny T-shirts, wildly different pasts, no mention of Joy Division, The Stones, The Clash or Blondie. No apparent reason, in fact, why Captain should exist. But theyre here and theyll soon be bewitching the world with their wistful, emotive songs. Conceived to sidestep the fashionistas and stand egoless next to their heroes. Meet Captain. After a month saying Yes to every question that would usually be a No, Rik Flynn was sat in a rehearsal room in Cricklewood introducing his band to each other. Mario (guitar). An olive skinned, Athenean experimentalist whod just finished national service in the Greek army. Clare (Vocals, Piano, Percussion). An elfin, straight-laced health freak thats addicted to running. Reu (Drums, Piano). A very intense, but very funny son of a preacher man. Alex (Bass). A buff, blonde-haired beachcomber who used to play Polka in a circus. Not your usual suspects then. If Brian Wilson, Karen Carpenter, Burt Bacharach, Billy Corgan and Kevin Shields all merged into one youd still only be halfway to the Captain sound. As comfortable with pop as they are with vast soundscapes, this band arent interested in any scenes. They?re busy forging their own.