Artist:Cats Are Black

Just a few short months ago Cats Are Black were conjured up from the shadows. Pulling melodies from the out of the dusty night sky, Matty Woo wrote a handful of songs in the space of a few weeks and four days after their first full band rehearsal, Cats Are Black were touring nationally in support of Mat Mchugh and The Black Bird. In these, their very first shows, folks became bewitched. Two months later they were recording, inside a water tank, up on the halcyon hills above Tweed Heads, capturing the songs that had hidden in the heart of Matty Woo for so long. Four months after their birth, they graced the stage of the Metro in Sydney as Ash Grunwald's main support. Two brothers and a sweetheart, Cats Are Black sing songs of lives lived and journeys taken, of getaways and of comings home. There is dust on their paws and snow in their whiskers. Cats Are Black will take you to the lonely places. There they’ll put a blanket around your shoulders and a fire at your feet. They’ll sail ...