Three years ago, Sea Girls frontman Henry Camamile was working in a London pub when one of the cellar doors came crashing down on his head. He didn’t go to hospital until months later, when he noticed he was being plagued by depressive thoughts and struggling to string sentences together. “I wasn’t in the best space,” he admits. “I wasn’t looking after myself and I was drinking too much.” A neurologist told him he’d suffered a prolonged concussion, and it could take two years before he noticed any improvement, which sent him into a further spiral. “It was a pretty hard few years,” he says. He’s on the mend: “Now I get a bit blinky and tired – it can be hard to stay focused.” As a result he’s pretty much given up the booze. “I still go out though,” he confirms. “I love getting involved.”
Camamile has plenty to celebrate. Sea Girls’ second album, Homesick, is an ambitious record that marks a sonic shift from the late-night anthems of their 2019 debut, Open Up Your Head. Now they’re embracing previously subtle nods to the driving-with-the-roof-down rock’n’roll of Bruce Springsteen and The Killers. Sam Fender, eat your heart out.
