There is something magical about Frazer King.
When the band are in full flow they are like nothing else. Totally original.
The band are from Wythenshawe, Europe’s biggest housing estate that sprawls out from the edge of Manchester. They are the classic gutter poets, working class music freaks, council estate genius armed with a fistful of great lyrics and a maverick attitude but without one ounce of lad rock retro-ism.
Frontman Nathan is the classic unpredictable northern frontman but he is no hooligan. He is as The Fall once sang, ‘the white crap that answers back’ and his high IQ intelligence, stream of consciousness fierce wit is not even clouded by the constant slopping pint in his hand.
Far from the usual template of guitar band heroes, Frazer King are coming from the Bella Union/Fleet Foxes world of warped folk and psych weirdness. They also twist this with a northern best record collection in the world smartness and reference Frank Zappa, Polka, indie, doo wop and the best minds of my generation Ginsberg poetry and art.
What’s really cool about them, though, is they have that very Mancunian trick of taking high art and putting it back out onto the street- like Joy Division once did, like the Smiths did- taking the esoteric and the strange and somehow making it something that could be sung on the terraces.
They are a marvellous , fantastic and eccentric band that operate on their own terms. The’r clattering rhythms , off kilter drums, angular arrangements, complex songs and brilliant vocals make you swoon and it’s no wonder they haven’t made it yet because everyone is to scared of their maverick genius. But when the moment comes they will be huge and Nathan is the kind of awkward, brilliant, lunatic frontman who mixes a high IQ introvert, artfulness with an onstage lunacy that creates a magnetic combination.
They are our best kept secret but we want to safe it with everyone now…