Trampolene  contact  Pascal SANCHEZ 
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Not so long ago, Jack Jones (guitar, vocals), Wayne Thomas (bass, vocals) and Mr. Williams (drums, vocals) decamped from their native Swansea without a penny to share and move into a small flat in North London. In another age, bands used to do this all the time, using the dole as an unofficial Enterprise Allowance, ducking retraining interviews, jumping the barriers and running undetected into the rush-hour melee. But in increasingly straitened times, you’d have to be insane to take that sort of chance. Or absurdly idealistic. If you’ve met Trampolene’s Jack Jones, you’ll know which category he falls into. Having already conquered a bone tumour by the age of five, Jack has since successfully taken on Crohns Disease. Throughout the last ten years, the constant has been his extraordinary guitar playing and, latterly, his extraordinary stage presence.

When there’s no safety net, no trust fund, no Brit school bursary, there’s nothing to lose. When Trampolene take to the stage, they’re playing for their lives. The songs have never stopped coming, but each set has been gradually supplanted by a newer set of better songs: the amphetamine-spiked bubblegum of Alcohol Kiss; the demonic urgency of Under The Strobe Light; and the serrated powerpop of Imagine Something Yesterday. Trampolene’s friends back in Swansea thought that the group had let London get the better of them. In fact, Trampolene have been in self-imposed exile, honing their set week in and week out. Occasionally, the odd moment of serendipity has come their way, giving them a glimpse of a world hitherto beyond dreams. A spot of casual work humping gear with The Strypes when they supported Paul Weller propelled Jack into the Modfather’s dressing room. “Do you play?” asked Weller, handing Jack a guitar. He replied with a note-perfect rendition of Davy Graham’s folk-guitar classic Angi.
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