As purveyors of abyssal drop-tuned riffs, grizzly tones and unsettlingly spiky leads, there has never been anything soft or cuddly about the Tigercub sound – despite what the name might suggest. And their third album, The Perfume Of Decay, sees the Brighton-based trio becoming a fully grown, snarling beast of a band.
“The manifesto going in was to be as big and as unapologetic as we could,” explains Jamie Hall – the seven-foot-tall, self-described “weird dude” who masterminds the band’s ever-enthralling creative output in his capacities as guitarist, songwriter, frontman and producer. “I am who I am, and I just have to try and let my personality come through on whatever I’m trying to do,” he smiles.
Jamie’s penchant for juxtaposing soft but sinister lullaby vocals against colossal riffs has…