Honeyfeet are a band with big things on the horizon. Describing themselves as ‘ethio-trad folk-hop’ or ‘apple pie for the soul’ they deliver funked up fusions of the very best in rag-tag gypsy rhythms and sexy lounge beats. It’s the future sound of folk, Folks.

The band, who sometimes fluctuate in size due to their more-the-merrier live ethos, formed the core in Manchester in 2009 and have been honing their skills since, releasing Little Boat in May 2012.

Including trumpets, piano, mouth organs, guitars, cow bell, jazz flute (most definitely not just for little fairy boys) and potentially the kitchen sink drummed on with an elaborately crafted series of toothbrushes turned drumsticks (anything’s possible with these guys), the sound is fun, rich and addictive.

Full of personality the title track of this first EP is an infectious new age sea shanty that has feet tapping and heads nodding from the word go. ‘Quickball’ is a sassy number about loving a partner so much you want to chop them into cubes and put them in your stew animated by Irish siren Rioghnach Connolly (who also has a side project Black Lung). In ‘Flowers’ Sam Buckley takes the vocal lead and captures the pure boozy bliss of Tom Waits.

Having just launched their new albumIt’s a Good Job I Love You on Debt Records things have got really interesting. Taking all the best features of lounge, blues, jazz, country, soul, funk and psychedelic rock the winning formula remains the same but the talent is evolving.

‘Buried My Husband’ is by far the stand out track. It’s a classic in the making complete with feel-good clap along chorus whilst Connolly croons a tale of dancing on the grave of her former love and the whore he cheated with. Bleakly cheeky it’s black comedy genius.

‘Another Song,’ with its traditional Celtic flute melodies settles into an easy soul groove with effortlessly angelic vocals fluttering between verses. It’s a Good Job I Love You ebbs and flows like a lazy musical river and is nothing short of amazing.

To really absorb the essence of Honeyfeet you need to see them live. Festival fields, dimly light clubs, urban warehouses or sultry jazz bars are their natural habitat.