Part Mumford and Sons, part Black Keys, Boston-based group Tales of Olde is hitting their hometown music scene with a combination of classic folk style and soulful vocals, infused with grungier hard-driving beats and electric riffs. Made up of Lucas Cortazio on lead vocals and guitar, Evelyn Cortazio on vocals, Ellen Story on fiddle, Drew Story on guitar, Jeff Kinsey on bass and Al Cleveland on drums, the band formed in early 2013. They graduated from playing for a few friends in a living room to performing at local venues like The Middle East and PA’s Lounge, before opening a sold-out show for The Ballroom Thieves at The Sinclair. They released their first single “This Place” in October 2013 and are now releasing their debut EP on May 28 with a performance at Great Scott. The Huntington News spoke with lead singer Lucas Cortazio about the band’s experiences, sound and what they hope to achieve.
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