The band’s earliest efforts emerged when Jerome looked up from his Star Gate Sequence pedal fuck-abouts and had his half-sketched song ideas rescued with a vocal contribution from his girlfriend, who hadn’t ever sung before (‘I made her,’ Jerome says).

Together they merged the perma-stick pop melodies in Stephanie’s head with what was in Jerome’s; a collection of guitar lines reminiscent of slacker geniuses Thurston Moore and Stephen Malkmus. Their daisy-brutal, buttoned-down ferocity and innate melodicism is met halfway by sweetly burnt-out vocals, sharp and glaring or softly double tracked in homage to Elliott Smith.

With a bunch of tunes that were wildly varying but drawn together under a precociously assured aesthetic, the band received interest and support from anyone who’d heard them - their problem became putting a band together to play live. ‘We didn’t form the band until last October, despite the songs being out there since February,’ says Stephanie, ‘it was a major struggle sourcing the right people, but we eventually found them.’

Kelly was found through friends and taught bass from scratch, James (Drums) and Aslam (Guitar) replied to Gumtree adverts and had learnt their parts before even meeting the rest of the band. A period of intense rehearsing turned The History of Apple Pie into five creatively sensitive individuals, surprisingly tight for such long sleeves and bleary eyes.

Over winter their set was honed and this year the band began playing their own shows along with opening for the likes of Chapel Club and The Pains of Being Pure at Heart. They slotted into these demanding shows with all the absent-minded nonchalance and wide-eyed love of melody and static that you’d expect from their music.