Janice Graham Band
Just when everyone was looking at the centre of Manchester to provide all the hipster bands a whole clutch of scruffians have emerged from Wythenshawe, Europe’s biggest council estate which gave the world Johnny Marr, Billy Duffy and Slaughter And The dogs is currently dealing in a collection of groups who defy categorisation.
First there was Dirty North, whose 21 track demo, was a collection of genius songs- kinda like Bob Marley if he lived on chips under the cloudy sky of murky Mancunia. Then there was the brilliant Fraser King- whose doo wop, freak folk, polka is not even close to what they sound like and will be featured on Louder Than War! next.
Now there is the unlikely monickered The Janice Graham Band- whose punkier edge has already had the legendary Mani raving about them as well as the ever-dependable Clint Boon. Their gigs are tough and concise surges of guitar driven, concise urchin power and again, like their Wythenshawe brethren, they seem incapable of writing a bad song. Great tuneful, scuzzy epics about life in the rainy day reality. Like mini play for todays about life but in glorious hyper reality and more proof of just how vibrant modern music is.
The band’s debut single – No Money Honey/Sugar Me Tea will be self released this month and they are out gigging. I strongly advise a trip to their myspace for details.
My instinct tells me that they will break through.