photos by Andrea Schollnick
It’s a humid night in Nashville as TTNG steps on stage, patiently preparing to start the show. The crowd stares toward the group, anticipating the frantic fingering and snazzy riffs they have come to know and love from their favorite British math-rockers. As TTNG melds into their zone, the club becomes vibrant. Then almost as soon as the first song ends, silence falls across the crowd, but the energy still buzzes over the crowd, intently focused and waiting for the next tune.
“You guys are quiet,” singer Henry Tremain jokes while tuning his six-string bass.
Almost instantly his words are met with deafening screams and scattered woos.
“No that’s a good thing!” Tremain chuckles. “It means you’re paying attention.”
A “Fuck Yeah!” is launched from the back of the crowd, validating Tremain’s comments.
The upbeat demeanor and pleasantries of TTNG reflect that this isn’t their first rodeo, and that the boys cherish their career and workspaces. Having just released their third record, Disappointment Island, the band feels more comfortable than ever, and feels that not much has changed when the traditional narrative of a new album assumes otherwise.