The High Society

The people on this page have either passed through the ranks of The High Society and passed into infamy/fame or were involved with The Commitee in previous years. Or frequent our message board. As such we owe them our respect.

Luke
Ex-High Society president. Know for generosity with cigarettes and exceptional gig attendance. Wanted for crimes against dancing. A secret Frenchman with a natty line in bags.

Toby Price
Yes, he is the one shoving the camera in your face. 99.99999% of the photos on this site are his. He is lovely.

Scott Nequest
Seemingly only likes only likes band you have not heard of in genres you have not heard of. Hates those that you like. Bands with names like Exploding Bitch Gargoyle. Forced the Liars Club into having video games at gunpoint.

Ben/Spinage
The extremely lovable High Soc mascot. Enjoys flailing his frail limbs to music. Once punched Luke quite hard.

James Indiehorse
Yet another ex-president. Forms the softly spoken pillar of the Nottingham’s indie tower. An integral element of any event that involves dancing. Runs the consistently drole Indiehorse.com.

Henry Withers
Ex-High Soc president and all around nice fellow. Likes comics, films and Pavement. So lo-fi you can hear the tape-hiss when he talks.

Steve “Stevo” Harris
Editor of the High Soc paper of distinction The Mic. An aspirational media mogul, Steve present his own wonderful radio show Transmission on Sunday nights on University radio. Enjoys a good argument and a good dance, sometimes at the same time.

Sal
Mr Sal is the ever affable front person and main songwriter of the mighty Jones of Colorado. He once stopped a gig because he thought the PA was on fire and maintains to this day that it was. Writes delicious melodies.

Laura Etchells
Her wit is as sharp as a razor, she is a noted wordplay ninja with the eye of the surreal. Likes dancing to bands which go rarrararrararrabahabah in some manner. Possesses the dirtiest laugh this side of nothingness.

Tom A
Tom a likes steam trains, tea, tractor exhibitions, Norfolk indie-pop, gabba and economics. Ex-Treasurer. Friend to the (twee) stars.

Tom B
Tom B and B is for Baines is an opinionated so-and-so, but pleasant with it. He owns one too many albums by Slayer but is responsible for the always sexy Baines One-Two™, the saviour of many a club night DJing disaster.

Rob Evans
Can be seen very seldom hanging around most High Soc events looking morose and existential. Other than this enjoys punching the air with his fist whilst listening to The Boss. A mind of fascinated facts. A sighting is worth a million points.

Dave Sauvain
Always a pleasant chap to stop and have a chat with. Is always poised ready to discuss The Fall at great length at any given opportunity.

Alex Andrews
Shrouded both in black and an air of general mystery, Alex is a former vice-president and the mastermind behind the High Soc website. Sightings of his sad-core vanity project (known as Lady Deathstrike) are few, but inevitably eventful. Talks psuedo-philosophical bullshit more than anyone should.