When Reni from the Stone Roses mentioned Dirty North
at the famous press conference it seemed amazing, now it seems logical – what better bands to support the resurgent Roses than Dirty North and Frazer King – over to you Stone Roses… but just who are Dirty North?
Two years ago I was thrust a demo with 20 songs on it from this three piece from Europe’s biggest council estate, Wythenshawe, near Manchester… Normally this is crazy. Who has the time to get through twenty songs? but this Dirty North had something, every song was killer. Like a scruffy Artic Monkeys they were lyrically sharp, their songs were short and to the point and the tunes were great, they also crossed their indie guitar rickety racket with dub and Bob Marley.
They were somehow unique and quite brilliantly talented. John Peel would have loved them if he was still with us.
I got them a support with Cornershop at Moho in Manchester and the bouncer would not let them into the gig because they were too scruffy. He didn’t think they were a band, just a bunch of herberts out on the razz. He should have seen them play. They were sharp, razor sharp, those words were like ruffian street poetry from the charismatic Johnny Gregory whose the guitar was like a razor blade and the rhythm section was pure elastic. The reggae undertow was excagerated live adding to their off the wall genius.
There was talk of signing them to the label I was part involved with at the time, Modern English but the band elected to go their own way and release their own album, which is finally about to come out.
It’s their finest moment and released on their own Corporate Records. It’s hard to see if they give a fuck about making it or not, they seem wilfuly definat but they could and should be soundtracking a generation of teenagers along with fellow Wythenshawe off the wall brilliance of Frazer King