An anteroom in a former East London canal-side chapel is Prego’s home, complete with ProTools, a grubby sofa and two soft-porn flatmates. In winter it’s freezing; in summer, unbearable. But, although in desperate need of ashtrays and a paint job, it’s their own.
From here the church newspaper receptionist, electrical engineer, budding illustrator, fine-artist turned studio boffin and film student make music things that have so far turned up on a top-selling compilation (Spring 2005’s The Suffolk Explosion) and their sold-out debut EP, ‘Primaries’.
They’re good records with even better press. Already earmarked and aired by Steve Lamacq, the Prego sound is one that fiddles with space and fills time with somersaults and trickery hitherto never put to tape.
Ah, what the hey with past-bedtime hype. Have a listen and make up your own mind…
"...Prego play song heavy post-rock. Think swirling behemoth dynamics, broken beauty melodies and a flagrant excess of guitarists. Favourable comparisons to Death Cab For Cutie, Grandaddy and Mogwai have already been forthcoming."