This is the first thing to know: they all came from different places.
They didn't emerge out of the hassle of the big cities. They grew up in towns and villages tucked away in trees and hills around. When they were very young they ran around without thinking about anything in particular.
The big cities came later. First Bristol, Capri and London. Later, New York, Paris and the great Eastern European capitals. At the moment they travel in big shiny buses, overnighting the long distances in bunks that hum to the noise of the engine. They are out on the motorways, visiting your cities with music they have made for you...

But this is history, and a lot happened in between learning to ride bicycles and the playing of their songs around the globe. So we should hold hands and stroll into their pasts, like ghosts knocking on windows overlooking their infant cradles.

One spent his adolescence in a small rural town where drinking and bands dominated the teenage hours. Long before the guitars, his dad built a random analogue sound generator to lull him and his sister to sleep.

One other passed time high up in the Peach District, where music and underage drinking made up the evenings. The town had a water-powered mill and the markets sold delicious produce.
He had a drum kit for Christmas.
Two others, friends since way before their voices broke, sat talking in the boughs of an ancient oak tree in Knowledge Park and played flutes together.

They made songs and played in many bands together, none of which was quite right. They also went to nice cafes before they were meant to.

And then all of a sudden they were grown up and still making music. They hooked up somewhere and moved into a gigantic old primary school where the toilets had been built in miniature. There was table tennis in the basement, a series of sprawling parties and a lot of wet weather. And, as always, more music. Their friendly housemates learnt to enjoy the good vibrations of friendship.
They were getting philosophical in Switzerland,
where the climate is better and there are many more hills, crouched over their guitars, crafting songs from the lines, tones and harmonies procreating in their heads. There are 17240 miles between Neuchatel and Manchester, although until a song reel travelled that distance none of them had really thought about it. Friendly people brought them together. Their songs were sent the 17240 miles from the North-South West to the North-East South and the beginnings of Sport Hit Paradise were forged...
And now they have an album, which comes as a happy surprise!!
There is a very friendly atmosphere, really. And one kidnapping of an A&R man later and they have a deal with Anonymous Flesh Records.
They call the first album "Sport Hit Paradise 1".
It is released now to critical acclaim, music lovers everywhere are very happy, and maybe it will win awards because it looks so nice.
This record announces their dive into city living: a frenetic record stuffed with dozens of urban musical influences, informed by travel between cities and all their favourite things, and the urge to see all the power of those places harnessed for good, friendly ends.
This record is "We all should have friends".
The band were now immersed in the city, living in and around,
working in the heart of things, leaving that place only to travel into other cities.
And these last days Sport Hit Paradise travel far and wide,taking their music across different continents, spreading the sounds you need to accompany the urge towards friendship.
You can follow their movements on this site, but while they are away from your parts of the world please don't feel sad.
More about their first record