The singer in the Shlug band performs in his pants. That’s British pants, not American pants. He performs in his kecks. His trons. His undies. And he’s brilliant. And the band is brilliant. I sketched them recently at Hangar 18 in the Swansea Fringe.
I did the portrait sketch with Nitram charcoal and the scribbled pants with a Faber Castell Pitt drawing pen.
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