
The beer taps have been draped in black covers and the spirits bottles replaced with overpriced candy, while the back end of The Academy is populated entirely by middle-aged folk sighing, giggling amongst themselves and yawning profusely. At the front, meanwhile, semi gender-segregated dancing is punctuated by random, ear-threatening screaming. Yes, State feels every bit like we've unwittingly wondering into an underage disco. Boyce Avenue are much like a very slightly rocked-up boy band. They've taken the typical pretty boy look, complete with stools and matching male model haircuts (to be fair they are all [...]