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- George 2020
It was whispered in the finest scents of the Deptford muck;
THE PARASOCIALS
In the pulsating heart of London, where the shadows of grimy capitalism lurk beneath the city's vibrant veneer, a serendipitous convergence was taking shape. Four enigmatic souls, each with their own peculiar tale, were on the verge of creating a legendary band that would forever alter the landscape of lofi-indie-jazz-folk-post-punk, a genre we now know with hindsight that would dramatically shape the 2040s. They would come to be known as The Parasocials: George Calne Jones, Rob James, Felix Slander, and Tomer Krail.
Our journey begins with George Calne Jones, the mystical gypsy boy who hailed from from Haggerston canal, whose hypnotic melodies resonated through the dreams of the indigenous river folk. As his ethereal yet angular tunes wafted through the murky air, this natural-born rebel was about to encounter another remarkable spirit.
Rob James, the fiery drummer who channeled the intensity of a Welsh dragon in heat, sought solace from his tumultuous personal life near the same waters that Jonesey called home. Under the cold, indifferent gaze of the city's skyline, the two musicians met under a bridge as Rob was sparking up a micro-spliff, George had walked up to see if he could bum a fiver and frankly got more than he bargained for.They found themselves drawn to one another, and so began a powerful alliance.
Fate had more in store as Felix Slander, the notorious lover and enigmatic songwriter, stumbled into the Blind Beggar pub on a night tainted by the stench of ketamine-spiked revelry. As the gritty haze of reality blurred, he entranced George and Rob with his haunting rendition of "A Whiter Shade of Pale." The room seemed to warp and twist around them as they conversed, their connection instant and unworldly. Felix, who had never ended up in a pub and not subsequently gone home with the barmaid felt himself blush as he offered his musical services to the duo. Rob and George each looked at each other, and then said one word.
“Ok”.
Tomer Krail, the peculiar figure who had several years earlier washed ashore in Greenwich, felt a cosmic pull toward a greater musical challenge, having mastered both the world of Jazz and the even more twistily difficult Skiffle. Word of the intriguing new band reached him through orphan whispers on the wind, and he set out to find this fabled ensemble. Upon discovering the eclectic trio of buskers, playing the Green Green Grass of Home, Felix on Harmonica, Rob on vocals, Tomer unveiled his sleek double bass and, deploying a technique used to great affect years previously on a cohort of Dalston based Jazz bouncers, played a melody so exquisite that it seemed to pierce the veil of the city's capitalist façade, if but just for a moment... Entranced, George, Rob, and Felix knew they had found the final piece of their gritty puzzle.
United by fate and propelled by their shared passion for music, The Parasocials were born. As the legends of George Calne Jones, Rob James, Felix Slander, and Tomer Krail intertwined, their mesmerizing fusion of lofi-indie-jazz-folk-post-punk bewitched fans around the world. The origins of The Parasocials, shrouded in mystery and imbued with the rawness of urban life, would echo through the annals of musical history, their mythos a testament to the power of art amidst the chaos of reality.