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The word is oft over-used,
but these lads really are true legends of the Teesside
music scene. They headlined the Studio 64 stage at last year's
Music Live as a 'one off' reunion gig but thank your lucky
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cause this year they're back to deliver another dose of
90s revivalist baggy fun.
In the words of Live and Kicking…MIMO - miss it, miss
out!
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The Oxfam Glamour Models
are a riot fuelled by bile and misanthropy. Frontman Paul
Emmett hates you and everything you stand for, each lyric
is spat, each movement an attack. Guitars howl like tormented
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showers you with shards of ear splitting agony, and the
drums barely manage to keep the whole psychotic racket in
check. Imagine early Suede being ripped apart by The Fall
and fed through Atari Teenage Riot's distortion pedal.
It's fantastic
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Sounding somewhere between
Kasabian and Ian Brown, or like Radiohead being fronted up
by Paul Smith, Dirty Weekend's sound is delightfully tricky
to pinpoint. Look at Me is an aggressive uppercut to the face
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authority, King Of Rats is both soaring and anthemic, Red
Mist is OK Computer-era Radiohead with added guts and a
copious supply of Teesside agro.
These lads are certainly something to look forward to.
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Teesside's answer to
The Arctic Monkeys, anyone?
Four upstarts who play frantic, hyperactive indie pop - a
genius blend of early Libs, The Jam and a little bit of classic
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Who - The Lurios are all these things and more. Two sets
of brothers playing proper, no-holds barred indie pop music
inspired by the smog filled streets of their hometown. TEE
- TEE - TEESIDE!
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It's taken them the
best part of ten years to hone their craft but they're now
undoubtedly one of this area's best kept secrets. Is it wrong
of us to want to keep their rocktastic riffage all to ourselves?!
Sounding like an interstellar invasion of aliens from the
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planet Fu Manchu, expect a riffalicious explosion of pure
ROCK! packed full of charm, charisma and... did we mention
riffs?! Factoid number 647: the drummer's dad used to be
in Whitesnake. Credentials? Well aye. Don't forget your
air guitar!
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A Thousand Battles Lost
are the sound of pure evil. Guitars chug and grind like a
skull on a ban saw, the drums beat an angry pulse through
the black veins of each rib-cage cracking bar, and the vocals…oh,
those vocals - if we told you the singer eats nails and gargles
acid you'd probably believe us.
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Imagine Converge after each member has eaten the hearts
of Bring Me The Horizon, Norma Jean and The Dillinger Escape
Plan or just put your head in a vice and get your mate to
put a drill in your ear. They tore apart MML 2006 and this
year, they're back to destroy you for good.
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With influences like
Darkest Hour and Morbid Angel [!?], it's no surprise that
these chaps serve up a gut-wrenching slice of hardcore-infused
heavier- than- a- lead- bowling- ball metal. Vocals like a
wolf spitting blood, guitars that
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pack more punch than a UFC fighter and explosive blast-beats
that can't be far off showing up on international Richter
sensors... expect an aggressive and brutal aural assault.
Not for the faint hearted!
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The new kids on the
block of the thriving local metal-core scene, these lads know
their Raging Engages from their Killswitch Speedhorns and
they're not afraid to show it
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with their chugging riffs and guttural shrieks. A bit like
the Deftones at their most agitated, this is the kind of
thing that your mam would probably call 'heavy metal' -
and she'd probably be right.
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Somewhere between Kooks-style
tramp rock and the Glaswegian glam-trappings of The Fratellis
sit Beep Beep Yeah - a band who you might just fall in love
with.
Their first gig was an unrehearsed guerrilla attack on the
Nokia stage at Leeds festival with the band jollied up on
moonshine and sheer adrenalin.
But things have moved on since then…
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They've stormed the Empire, landed their own club night,
and are just about to release their debut EP Not That I
Know Of, But I'm Always The Last To Know…and whaddya
know? Its another tasty helping of tight-as-you-like sunshine
indie pop - all solid drums, breezy vocals and guitars tuned
to that delicious tone between jagged and light.
Like the sun bursting through a darkened sky, Beep Beep
Yeah are glorious.
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Izzy Isgate is a singer-songwriter
who can make a simple voice and one guitar sound fresh, full
and thrilling again. Bold and unusual vocals sit comfortably
against a wall of melancholic minor chords
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and sumptuous melody. Her songs are powerful yet frail
like a female Devandra Banhart or Nick Drake - simple, beautiful
and utterly mesmerising.
She's folking great.
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One of Middlesbrough's
most talked about solo performers, 'The Sampler' is a true
gentleman. He sings songs from the heart and when he whispers
'it won't be long until happiness comes along' you can't help
but believe him.
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With a couple of cheeky crowd pleasing covers and the possibility
of not-so-secret special guests joining him on stage, it
goes without saying that 'Sample Mania' will be spreading
up a small stretch of Corporation Road on June 3rd.
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A great man once said
- 'get on your dancing shoes', and Secret Signal will do everything
in their power to make sure you do just that with an indie-disco
sound that effortlessly combines the power of U2 or INXS with
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Order / Bravery / Hard-Fi dance elements. New addition
to the band Lizz has added that much talked about X factor
- we're referring to her tambourine... obviously.
You sexy little swine!
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The Princes play classic
blues-influenced rock 'n' roll that owes a big thank you to
the unique guitar style and gravel edged vocals of the one
and only Jimi Hendrix.
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Think Led Zeppelin, think The Answer, think Cream…
think guitar solos aplenty from these down-in-the-Tees-delta
rockers.
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Kiwi play simple and
undiluted punk-rock 'n' roll. It's hard, sweaty and rough,
but most importantly, like all the best bands […it says
here…] it's openly shambolic.
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There's traces of The Datsuns, bits of Queens Of The Stone
Age, and a shouty Mark E Smith-esque vocal. All this piled
on top of a glorious mess of guitars, bass and drums.
Gloriously messy or messily glorious? You decide…
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Jackson Todd is a local
hero in the making. He drags his Maddison chums along by the
scruffs of their indie-pop necks with his passionate and egocentric
front-man escapades.
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There are nods to the Arctic Monkeys and Dirty Pretty Things,
but this is a quintessentially Teesside racket…TMF
may be young - but that doesn't mean they don't know how
to pen a tune.
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Sugar-soaked pop punk
no more…
Whalter are back with a new line up and with a new more epic,
and dare we say it, adult sound. Gone is the Blink 182-influenced
bouncy punk, and in their place stand weighty, driving, riff-packed
anthems.
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All the guts and nuts you'd expect from a band that demand
stadium success, their made-for-radio rock ditties will
have you ba-ba-de-ba-ing in no time. Check out the video
for single Queen and The Princess on the band's myspace
- it's the best thing since sliced anything.
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Grandma's House are
a fantastically messy indie-pop group. Drawing comparisons
to bands like The Libertines, Underground Heroes and The View,
these cheeky little upstarts make a fantastic racket. Guitars
jangle like
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Jimmy Saville on a skateboard, the vocals are spat out
like a bad taste in the singer's mouth and that keyboard
in the background is straight out of the Sonic The Hedgehog
school of beeps and bleeps. Just the job!
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The Truth wear their
influences proudly and firmly on their sleeves as The Stones,
The Strokes, Oasis, The Sex Pistols and The Clash are all
proudly on show in their wonderful
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hook laden indie anthems.
It's The Strokes on a yellow-submarine ride up the Albion
via a quick stop on the Tees. They have the melodies to
charm and the choruses to rouse, and that's The Truth.
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