Somewhere between Durham, NC and New York City — at a rest stop off the highway — three people made something. Nobody planned it. Nobody asked permission. Three songs. Recorded in a moving car. You haven't heard them yet. You will.
Somewhere between Durham, NC and New York City — at a rest stop off the highway — three people made something. Nobody planned it. Nobody asked permission. Three songs. Recorded in a moving car. You haven't heard them yet. You will.
Made in transit. Durham to New York. Three people. One car. Three songs that should not exist.
Dance floor. No apologies. In your face. The kind of thing that makes strangers grab strangers.
At the end of every track — a girl's voice. Muted megaphone. She says the name. You'll know it when you hear it.
One of them is British. This explains everything and nothing at the same time.
No label. No manager. No plan. Three songs. A name that doesn't Google. This page.
Some things are inevitable. Pay attention. You were here before it happened.
// TRANSMISSION INCOMING //
// turn it up — there's a voice at the end of each one //
Nigel Watts was not looking for a band. He was looking for a hand dryer that worked. What he found instead, in a rest area bathroom somewhere between Durham, NC and New York City, was Three Ace Quincy. He has been their manager ever since. He still hasn't found a working hand dryer.
Press & enquiries: nigel@3aq.uk
NIGEL WATTS
// GLOBAL DIRECTOR OF ARTIST RELATIONS //
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