8/10 Brian Staff review, 23 November 2012
These fellas are one of those passionate feisty homegrown bands you cannot help but be energised by. They're kind of what you'd term new-wave pub-rock doom and channel the urban psychosis of Happy Mondays, Scaramanga Six and King of The Slums with a feral-streaked dose of Kaiser Chiefs arena moshpit potential. Like if they smoked meow-kat (now a record shop in Manchester after vast internal hemorrhage) LSD pipes all day. Night is for the bitter and Wind-Up Birds are the twilight hours' henchmen.
Cynical social observations played out with genuine discontent and zeal, this band sport one of the most wonky casual-yet-determined regional-accented vocalists I've heard, I'm proud to hear such an urgent yet guttural contemporary Yorkshire voice on wax. Their songs' sport a homely DIY sound, the lead track 'The Mild Awards' deploys some lovely spirited brass embellishments and it has this dinky trebly guitar arpeggio that reminds me of Long Fin Killie (one of the best ever Scottish bands. FACT!) The more I hear this song I'm convinced it's a completely spot-on satire of the bland nature of mainstream culture, even when these schmooze-fests masquerade as something left-field and grassroots. This band scream grassroots.
The flip has an early Inspiral Carpets garage vibe (another thing the 'A's vocal reminds me of. I was always soft on the Inspirals - Im nae perfect haha) but with more menace, velocity and local Leeds muscle. It's a bit throwaway but has proper psychotic ‘70s bar-room panache I'm gonna go back 'n' enjoy the main track again now, It's a demon.
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