Stefan Mohamed

Stefan used to play in a funk rock band, and spent many drunken Friday nights thrashing about on stage bellowing loud songs with silly lyrics. Now, at the ripe old age of 22, he has mellowed and sits in front of the piano playing twiddly songs with silly lyrics, although he still loves to thrash about to other peoples’ music. His tastes range from gentle acoustic niceness to horrific, anti-social whomp, covering pretty much everything inbetween except for some stuff. He also scribbles stories, poems and grumpy blogs. He hails from Wales, teleporting between there and London, and likes carrots and brightly-coloured T-shirts.