Sometimes Andrew Wagstaff sings for the Winter Olympics rock band and sometimes he doesn't.  Wolfpack of One is his high-concept/lo-fidelity stadium camp-fire solo 'project', and, honestly, it's nowhere near as shit as that sounds. 

On record, Wolfpack of One songs wobble and shake like your drunk uncle at a wedding: occasionally heart-breaking, sort-of funny, and in constant danger of falling over. Stupid, loud, acoustic guitars clatter into foolish but proud sounding words of ‘wisdom’ about girls, work and… well, mainly about girls and work. You can download some wolfsongs here, and we'll post more  as soon as we get them.

Live, the Wolfpack's half-formed but heartfelt sonic sketches (you heard) become something else entirely. Entry level hip hop beats nestle next to underdog acoustic guitars, howling feedback tustles with lion-lunged love songs about girls, aliens and finding jazz mags in the woods, and  each and every line is delivered like a one man band given the keys to Castle Donington. It's not always pretty - actually it's almost never pretty - but it is surprisingly big, occasionally funny, and what it lacks in cleverness it more than makes up for in commitment. Honestly, you'd fucking love this act.

Wolfpack of One and the Wolfpack of One Wedding Set Sound System are available for parties.