Straight outta Norwich, The Cain Pit are the loudest, weirdest thing to crawl out of the English countryside since someone tried to put mustard in tea. Delivering an electric blend of bluegrass, punk, and rockabilly, they’re not to be missed.
Born during what we were pretty sure was the end of the world, the band started as a studio project between cousins Daryl Blyth (vocals, double bass) and Scott Blyth (guitar). When the apocalypse inconveniently didn’t happen they figured they might as well make a real band out of it—people seemed to like the demos, and they were longing for human interaction at the time. After a year of false starts, questionable life choices, and several pints of creative inspiration, they finally roped in the finest hillbilly punks Norwich had to offer: Isaac Crass (banjo), Joe Halliday (acoustic guitar, harmonica), and Jamie Tritton (drums).
The Cain Pit mash up the energy of punk rock with the twangy heart of bluegrass, a pinch of rockabilly and other rootsy nonsense. Imagine a bluegrass band that discovered distortion pedals—or a punk band that fell into a hay bale rolled down an hill and splashed into the Norfolk Broads—and you’re getting close. They like to think they’re bridging the gap between genres… though it’s more like they built the bridge, set it on fire, and are now gleefully dancing in the ashes, hollering sugar-coated melodies with crunchy, bitter centres.