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Apparently Roe Sham Bo have had the luxury of turning down 3 record deals. One listen to their self-released album Serotonin will have you scratching your head and asking "Just who the f*ck were these record companies?" and did they come here in a time machine?
Band profile for the band Roe Sham Bo
We're a 4-piece indie rock and roll band from Halifax. We've been together since February 2005. We've done gigs all over West Yorkshire.
After our pre-drink sesh-on, at what was quite possibly the cheesiest pub venue that Leeds city centre has to offer, we felt bitter, confused, traitors to our good selves and to what we knew to be the real reason the city of Leeds has built its reputation as the capital of live music.
South Yorkshire 3 piece who wear their influences on their sleeves - Clash, Ramones, Sham 69. (Isn't Acacia Avenue an Iron Maiden song?) Catchy foot tapping punk and roll - heard it a hundred times before but 99 times it's been done a lot worse than these boys play it.
The Pigeon Detectives: I'm Not Sorry
As the latest members of the Dance to the Radio revolution, The Pigeon Detectives are a wonderful example of all that is great and glorious about playing your guitar fast, loud and angular.
Just because they're kids with guitars, don't expect Outl4w to be in the same mould as McFly/Busted. You won't find any watered down rock for the teeny-bop masses on this album.
Peggy Sue and the Pirates @ Brudenell Social Club
Jaunty acoustic duo Peggy Sue and the Pirates played to a sparse audience of hangers-on and plus-ones at a subdued Brudenell Social Club, but their winning chattiness and lack of pretension set me up to like Peggy Sue before they even sent a jerky, charming mixture of grime, nu-folk and doo-wop echoing round the room.
Little Man Tate: About What You Know
Never mind yer Arctic Blondes or yer Milburn Monkeys, Sheffield's Little Man Tate are proper Lords in a post-post-industrial wasteland where the birds will let you cop a feel for a spam fritter and the alcopops pour like bile from the local BNP candidate.
This review of the Transmission Weekender starts here, on the Friday. I arrive on Sunday, just in time to see an half arsed attempt at guitar destruction at the end of Tract's set - break it and torch it boy!
Excuse me in advance. I may rant slightly in this review. First off the trains lashed up, severely. Forcing me and my able sidekick to go gig-goer hunting at Shipley train station in order to round up a posse who could get a mini-bus taxi with us instead.
If Live & Uncut aren't an advertising sham, then they're a shambles - but let's talk more about the music.
Andy Roberts reaquaints himself with the punk pidgin-French world of Leeds' very own twisted firestarters: les Flames!