If the heart of rock n’ roll is in Cleveland (Ohio), then surely the epicentre of abstract musical creativity at the moment is in the sleepy towns and villages on either side of the Pennines, a set of hills that runs down Northern Britain like an ancient spine and forces on it’s residents a weird micro climate which more often than not swathes the limestone buildings in rain and fog.
Alumni of this club include raucous punks Cabbage, disco mavens The Orielles and Working Men’s Club, a four piece from sleepy Todmorden, led by the prodigal Syd Minsky-Sargeant. Not standing still, WMC have in their brief history already swapped out fifty percent of their personnel – and this self titled debut album has veered sharply from an early sound which was more familiarly indie rock.
On the basis of what’s presented the transformation has been a wild success, from the wig-out techno of A.A.A.A to the ecstatic, lush sweeps of Outside. Never one to back down from a fight, Cook A Coffee targets the Brillo haired establishment mouthpiece Andrew Neil, but it’s the epic twelve minute closer Angel that steals the show. The heart of anywhere is where Working Men’s Club are at right now.
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The Voice Of Unreason 
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