Where are we going babe? A question that sticks like a knife in the gut of all young lovers and passenger side drivers. However while this downbeat groover may consider many of life’s deepest cogitations, it also provides answers to our more personal, innermost questions. What colour is my soul? What is my favourite Eiffel 65 song? Which 00’s boyband am I? The universal answer, is of course: Baby I’m Blue.

Trudy play their first London show on Tuesday the 12th of January at The Old Blue Last as part of DIY Magazine’s Hello 2016 series.

Ladies and gentlemen, hot off the block it’s the kids that pop your cotton socks off, Trudy baby. Hopeless, romantic Trudy.

These nowhere boys will leave you love drunk and weeping into your whiskey. With hollywood-tinged melodies and raucous guitar, they spit grit in the teeth of a Colgate grin. Trudy are comfy in a mix of Doo-Wop, 60s girl groups, The Beach Boys, The Strokes and Jonathan Richman.

Heartbroken ever since his first love frenched another guy, Olly picked up the guitar and began to pen pop tunes. His songs tell of his struggle being mean to women and regretting it later when he is lonely. Olly needed a band. Tipping a trolley full of trash in a strangers digs, Olly met bassist Lewis and before too long he found drums in childhood mucker Brad. They now live together in Liverpool.

‘Baby I’m Blue’ is the latest chuune to be revealed and follows on from ‘Behave’ and frisky debut ‘All My Love’, all three of which are produced and mixed by Spring King's Tarek Musa.

Quotes

DIY – “One thing’s for sure – Trudy sound like very little else around now, and they’re poised to mark their own territory”

Gold Flake Paint – ‘All My Love‘ is so perfectly pitched it’s nigh-on impossible to entertain notions of where it might one day take them”

NME Radar – “Exactly what a young band should be – completely lost in the world they’re creating for each other, obsessed with great music and utterly daft in each others company” (Bill Ryder-Jones)

Wonderland – “It could fuel your summer, in a ramshackle hedonistic way, but it’s sweeter than that. It’s less sex, drugs, rock n roll, more snogging, cider and pop”

The Line of Best Fit – “Trudy are the babies of the cassette children armed with juvenile jangling guitars and a bratty, sardonic attitude”