Catching a band like The Pill for the second time this year felt like a privilege, particularly in such an intimate space as Nice ’n’ Sleazy. The basement was already heaving during support act Tough Cookie, the crowd shoulder to shoulder and primed for what was to come. With the stage barely separated from the audience, the atmosphere was charged and immediate.

The trio — Lily Hutchings (vocals & guitar) Lottie Massey (vocals & bass), and Gavin Sullivan (drums) — opened with Scaffolding Man, a track that set the tone with its off-kilter charm and razor-sharp lyrics. Hutchings and Massey traded lines with confidence, their interplay both playful and precise, while Reader’s drumming anchored the room without overpowering it.

Much of the set drew from their debut release, THE EP, including Money Mullet, Woman Driver (a standout highlight), and Bale of Hay. As the show progressed, these tracks became a focal point — tight, propulsive bursts of energy that made it impossible to stand still.

On stage, Hutchings and Massey performed with swagger, shoulder to shoulder, back to back, balancing irony with a sense of fun rather than resorting to blunt aggression. The crowd responded in kind: dancing, shouting along, and engaging with the lyrics as though they were part of the band themselves. In a venue this compact, even the smallest moments of interaction felt personal.

The set closed with Posh, a final surge that had the basement shaking. Voices were hoarse, feet still moving, and the energy showed no sign of letting up. It wasn’t simply a gig — it was a shared experience, a moment the audience felt stitched into.

At Nice ’n’ Sleazy, The Pill proved themselves a band able to transform tight, sweaty confines into a strength. Their performance was raw, exuberant, and immediate — the kind of night that lingers long after the last note fades.

Article: Marco Cornelli