There’s nothing funny about Lua. Nothing new. Nothing old. Nor nothing blue. We sing observational songs about everyday life; why do ‘Kraft’ cream cheese spell ‘Kraft’ with a ‘K’? Its just not right. Why does the white deodorant lines on my black dress always attract the wrong sort of men? If you often ask questions like these, then come watch us play. We’ll buy you a tin of malt for tasty milkshakes, or a beige turtle neck pant suit.