This is the tale of a music trio—a group of three scrappy geniuses who practiced relentlessly for a whole decade. Their instruments? A ragtag collection of broken, unreliable relics held together by duct tape, prayers, and possibly a sprinkle of black magic. These virtuosos started playing music when they were just five years old, but musically? They’re fearless, even if their instruments sound like they’ve been through a world war. Their equipment? Second-hand, third-hand, or scavenged from scrapyards, pieced together by their father, a mad scientist of musical junk, armed with bits, bobs, and questionable adhesives.
But don’t be fooled by their humble gear—this trio is sharp as a tack and dodgier than a politician at a lie detector test. They thrive on living life at the edge, dancing along the razor-thin line between “technically legal” and “definitely illegal,” sometimes swan-diving right over it for good measure. Each of them plays multiple instruments, each of them sings, and each of them has mastered the fine art of cunning. They have a way of sweet-talking, fast-talking, and occasionally bamboozling their way into free travel, free food, free accommodation, and—when absolutely necessary—buying only the cheapest, most discounted, secondhand goods imaginable. If there’s a loophole to exploit, you better believe they’ve already exploited it twice and made a song about it.
Their big break came when they sent out some demos and—lo and behold!—a venue in the far-flung north of Scotland, in Thurso, invited them to play. It was the opportunity of a lifetime! There was just one small problem: they had absolutely no money to get there. Not a penny. So now, they had to hatch one of their signature harebrained schemes to figure out how to make it to Thurso on time.
Would they hitchhike with a traveling circus? Sneak onto a freight train disguised as cardboard boxes? Convince a gullible tourist that they were famous musicians in need of a private jet? Who knows! But one thing was certain: they were going to Thurso, come hell or high water—or maybe both.