Musically think Half Man Half Biscuit, Beat Happening, John Cooper Clarke or a less crusty Crass, repetitive post punk with wry, wit filled lyrics kicking against the gammon classes and the stupidity of society at large. Recorded during a week at an old potato packing warehouse outside Nottingham with Phil Booth (sleaford mods), it's schizoid post-punk and lyrics inspired from conversations, magazine articles, clickbait stories and endless notepad scribbles. All while not taking itself too seriously.
Musically think Half Man Half Biscuit, Beat Happening, John Cooper Clarke or a less crusty Crass, repetitive post punk with wry, wit filled lyrics kicking against the gammon classes and the stupidity of society at large. Recorded during a week at an old potato packing warehouse outside Nottingham with Phil Booth (sleaford mods), it's schizoid post-punk and lyrics inspired from conversations, magazine articles, clickbait stories and endless notepad scribbles. All while not taking itself too seriously.