There aren’t many bands like Black Foxxes left at Reading Festival. Guitar, bass, drums, vocals and nothing more, there’s a purity to it.
Not that today’s set is lacking, or held back. From the moment they launch into ‘Husk’, Black Foxxes burst into life. Exciting, mesmerising and cinematic, they sound massive and crystal clear. Edges polished, there’s an honest, relatable beauty as they sing songs of daydream escape, ambitious adventure and heartbreak abandon.
