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.
We’re delighted to have pressed our debut vinyl from the West Derby’s nicest snides, Eyesore & The Jinx. Available now from all good record shops and bandcamp in sweet sweet gammon pink. At the average price of only 6 and a half Fray Bentos pies, it’s a stone cold bargain that will leave you feeling […]