Softboys' are just three innocent men, marooned in time between a barren future and a nice warm cup of tea. Contempt and empathy lay side by side atop the sheets of paper. A planet to protect from a world that would seek to harm them. An apoplectic polemic and a lingering hug to show they understand. A time to act and a time to keep it deeply, deeply real. A few hundred moments that're fallen from their minds; meandering towards your ears with intent and taking their sweet time about it. A joyous fireworks display above a burned out ruin, illuminating the devastation with colour and energy. Can a mere gang of three go this hard and still be so soft? Can a band straddle the divide between who they are and who you think they are? There is only one way to find out.