
With their steampunk-esque image of bowler hats and flying goggles, Soho Dukes love a good old-fashioned yarn, claiming to have started life as a nineteenth-century drinking club.
“The real truth is that my great-grandad and the great-grandad of Bomber [the band’s bassist] used to have a Vaudevillian act in Whitechapel,” teases frontman Johnny Barracuda. “Mine was a trick cyclist and Bomber’s was a sword swallower.”