‘Blondie meets the Kooks’. Well, only if both bands were significantly more glamorous and came from Stockton.
Progressive folk-rock with a tinge of psychedelia. Melodic bass lines combined with jazzy vocals and melancholic lyrics. Gorgeous. A local band but not just for local people.
The Research describe themselves as Elton John in a garage with the Ronettes. What’s more they’ve got Casio keyboards and by gosh they’re not afraid to use them. They also supported Sleater-Kinney recently if that impresses you.
Five things you never knew about The Fighting Cocks:
Penny Broadhurst: shouty, funny spoken word - though her next project will be raucous pop music and that influences the current stuff. The NME described her as "poetry you can mosh to". Please try, polite applause is so dull.
Just two instruments but sheesh they sure make them work hard, with pounding, swirling riffs and hypnotic drums.
Invocal are an acoustic quartet that perform with cello, guitar, clarinet and jaw-dropping 3 part harmonies. Dark gypsy folk tugging from one end and an all out West-End musical tugging from the other, if you believe what you read. Which, incidentally, you should.
You know how good it feels to lick cake mixture out of the bowl? Well this is that, but in your ears. The LM like mess with time signatures, curling intricate beats around killer hooks and brutal riffs. They are aural cake, and you are a greedy, messy-faced child. Enjoy.
Red Letter Suits play gasoline-fuelled injected rock n roll thrills. Inspired by the visual style of pop art with influences from Blondie, The Jam, The Smiths, R.E.M. and The Clash, Red Letter Suits make snarling, surging and squalling riffs balance with melodic tales of punky political pop espionage.
The Velterelles sound like a cat being beaten with a surfboard in a brothel above a sweetshop, and that's a self-confession. Likened to The Cramps, PJ Harvey, B52s, Throwing Muses, The Kills, The White Stripes, The Von Bondies and Elastica simultaneously.
With influences from the Pixies and The Birthday Party, Miss the Occupier brings to the stage sexy punchy punky pop rock and a lot of red hair!
Chippewa Falls love to mislead – they lure the unsuspecting into a trance with atmospheric guitars before crashing out with intense drums. Dark and addictive.
Punky filthy rock n roll. They growl, they scream, they sleaze, they pout. “Like Shampoo fucking the Sex Pistols” as one reviewer helpfully noticed.
Ladyfuzz aren’t all ladies, in fact they’re two boys and a girl, but definitely kinda fuzzy, if by that you mean rocknroll experimental kitsch indie. You won’t forget this in a hurry.
The Suffrajets are no-nonsense riotous punk rock. The drummer used to be in Babyshambles, and we applaud her extremely well-executed career progression. Bravo.
"MissAMP of Plan B magazine recently described Das Wanderlust as "like, I dunno, a furious Kenicke with the synths of Helen Love and the energy of The Banana Splits. Pow!" They make art-noise-pop for tea drinkers, with stop-start rhythms, bleepy keyboards, and a healthy dollop of guitar noise."
Beccy Owen is a local legend. She resonates emotion through melancholic piano and delicate vocals, sweeping through jazz, pop, rock and stunning barefoot ballads.
If Skunk Anansie is the rock and Tool is the hard place, then Captive Audio are the mystery inbetween. Heavy, loud and thunderously good.
The Bintangs do not really exist. They are an offshoot of The Angelas, who really do exist in another dimension. In the parallel universe in which The Bintangs find themselves, Angela I is a moody bugger who is always winding up Angela III, Angela II is too cool to care and Angela IV has yet to be made flesh. When all four Angelas take up their positions in orbit around the collapsing dark star of rock, The Bintangs will achieve reality, and the word "orgiastic" will acquire meaning.
Bela is incredible. She plays the electric cello, sampling and looping her playing on stage, to build up layers of gorgeous, mesmerizing, rumbling hooks. And you thought classical instruments were boring…
Total frothing electro synth and drumbox treats. A bit London a bit Berlin. All breathlessly hi-energy cutting edge left-field new wave/disco electro pop.
The Duloks played their first gig less than six months ago at a fancy dress jocks and nerds themed party, and the costumes stuck. The Duloks are all about fun – come and dance to bleeps and synths, - there’s even rumours of a live puppet show on stage.
Verity brings together blues, folk and celtic music to construct passionate and powerful songs of relationships, mysteries and the absurd.