The Coshercot Honeys

Somewhere, at the end of a long hallway is an exquisite Victorian drawing room, and therein the valves of an old mahogany radio set warm up and jolt into life. As the hum subsides, the strains of a rock’n’roll tune are heard, and timelines are blurred as the anachronistic setting is pulled into the here and now. Ladies and Gentleman, The Coshercot Honeys have arrived.