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4/06/08 Retro Bar, Sackville Street, Manchester M1 3NJ - £4.00
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Capguns"The most stunning band we've heard in ages...taking inspiration from the sheer drama of the North Wales coast." -Bethan Elfyn, BBC Radio 1 "Something very special going on here." -Huw Stephens, BBC Radio 1 "This self-released effort is like a breath of fresh air and a real surprise if you're expecting yet another run-of-the-mill rock act. Haunting guitar soundscapes blend effortlessly with a seriously in-yer-face wall of psychedelic chaos and manic vocals. The overall sound is reminiscent of many but sounding like none. On the strength of Day Capguns are a totally original band and well worthy of a much larger audience." -Gary Cut, The Fly Magazine
Victorian Dad
"The Doors 'My wild love' on more acid!" - London Promoter 2007 "...dirty rock & roll...given a newfound lifeblood" - Sandman Magazine 2008 .."More proof that Wigan might well be the centre of musical excellence in the North, Victorian Dad come to entertain us with their superb Screaming Tree’s-esque tunes of both wild sonics and true soul" -Manchester Music.co.uk 2008 "...before you can sew leather patches onto the elbow of your tweed jacket, the set erupts into a powerhouse of guitars and Dave Rybka’s amazing vocals that sit somewhere between Jim Morrison and Josh Homme. The songs are just ready to go"... - Manchester Music.co.uk 2008
Samuel Sharp
Easy listening, in any sense of the concept, this isn't. It's nasty, loud and abrasive - and delightfully so. Anyone catching the name on the listing and expecting some form of solo, possibly pleasant, maybe acoustic turn is about to have their brain sonically dismantled.
Mr Fist
Mr. Fist have been getting quite a reputation locally for the sheer brain-splitting volume of their jerky post-hardcore instrumentals. They don't exactly look like the horsemen of some musical apocalypse - well, apart from the barefoot, swivel-eyed creature pawing at an effects box on the floor and occasionally yelping or acting as a sort of deranged MC between tracks ("That was a song, this is another one"). Multiply the most searing blasts of 65daysofstatic with the fractured prog-core of recent Forward Russia, throw in some distortion from the frenzied, noise-fried end of post-rock, and turn everything up til it hurts.
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