In Tramp Molly and Me sing hauntingly, fragile and beautiful songs of the mundane, the ordinary, the bizarre and the cruel. They sing about the delivery rounds of a sweet shop white van man called Steve, songs about never falling in love again with a man with legs (so he cant run away) and cruel but delicious ballads like I want to kill you.
Dressed in long white robes the pair appear like nuns, or slightly lost angels. Throughout the performance cum gig the pair keep a slight distance from their audience – acknowledging our presence, enticing us into their strange world whilst staying eerily apart. It’s almost as if we are voyeurs in some kind of strange ritual. A ritual which ends in us all parading out the venue in pursuit of ‘lovely chocolate cake’
I’d first come across their stripped back musical landscape in the surroundings of the @huntdarton cafe. Over my meticulously presented baked beans (and in the company of cross dressing action men) the pair had sung – just for me – ‘I want to kill you’.
It was as intense and intimate 3 minutes as you ever could wish for. I was hooked. The regular next to me demanded a song. She chose ‘legs’. At the end – totally dead pan – she said ‘lovely. but I preferred the other one’. The moment was pricelessly absurd.