Working in the factories and chemical plants of their native Runcorn, Post Punk was less of a choice than it was an obvious pathway. Surrounded by gray brutalist iconoclasts which blossomed around them, the bleak motoriscisms are less so an escapism and more of a celebration of the environment that surrounds them in much the same way that their forefathers did before them. They inject the industry which envelops them and bring it to life in a way that no band from South London or the Home Counties ever fuckin could.
Photo by John Latham We’ve been doing Eggy for a few years now. Releasing our favourite artists from across Merseyside. We’ve found ourselves in some pretty mad situations but this is a pretty special one. We’re super excited to be bringing you our first ever album. It’s an absolute banger from our brother and lover, […]