Kitty, Daisy & Lewis are a three-piece band comprising the teenage siblings of the Durham family. Their music is influenced heavily by R&B, swing, jump blues, country and Western, blues, Hawaiian and rock 'n' roll. They are all multi-instrumentalists playing guitar, piano, banjo, lapsteel guitar, harmonica, double bass, ukulele, drums, trombone, xylophone and accordion between them.Kitty Durham (15) is the youngest of the group and primarily sings and plays drums, harmonica, ukulele, banjo, trombone and guitar. Daisy Durham (20) is the eldest of the group, who primarily sings and plays drums, piano, accordion and xylophone. Lewis Durham (18) is the middle child who sings and plays guitar, piano, banjo, lapsteel and drums. He collects and plays/DJ's 78rpm records and has built a home studio for the band to record in. It consists of 1940's and 50's recording equipment such as 8 track tape machines and vintage BBC and RCA microphones. Kitty, Daisy and Lewis do not use computers or any digital format during the recording process. They live with their parents in Kentish Town, north London. Daisy and Lewis have already left school, while Kitty still attends Acland Burghley School.
Kitty, Daisy & Lewis nos transportan en solo tres segundos a los años 50 con una estupendo abanico de rock n’ roll, rockabilly, blues, swing, country e incluso el aire hawaiano de “Honolulu Rock-And-Roll-A”. Un disco que repasa clásicos como el “Going Up The Country” de Canned Heat en este álbum, tan corto como intenso, editado por Sunday Best. Parece que crecer escuchando a Buddy Holly, Duane Eddy, Elvis o Scotty Moore tiene efectos más que beneficiosos. La vuelta a los orígenes de Kitty, Daisy & Lewis no es únicamente estilística, si no que este trabajo ha sido grabado con material vintage de los años 40 y 50, recuperado para conseguir un sonido tan analógico que, cuando escuchas el disco, parece que los lleves pegados al culo tocando la batería de pie y soplándote la harmónica a la oreja.Clásicos del pasado con aire fresco y una fuerza propia de una panda de adolescentes. Y ya, lo único que me queda es sacar el peine de mi bolsillo, perfeccionar mi look engominado, ponerme mis zapatos de empeine blanco y prepararme para el baile de graduación.
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