In a place such as Manchester, a city overflowing
with new music, it can’t be easy for a young, aspiring band to make themselves
heard. However, in just a few short months, rising stars Furrowed Brow have impressively
cut through the clutter and established themselves with their deadly blend of iconoclasm,
intellect and – of course – cracking good tunes.
Led by frontman
Richey, a glamourous figurehead who could have easily slotted into Generation
Terrorists-era Manic Street Preachers, Furrowed Brow have firmly positioned
themselves as the antidote to blokey, white-bread guitar rock – the anti-Sherlocks,
if you will.
sound, which channels Violent Femmes, The Fall and Magazine, is a thrilling onslaught
of brash guitars, vibrant synths and robust post-punk melodies. The band’s
lyrics, meanwhile, are equally as potent and artfully constructed. Shot through
with scabrous humour and a burning sense of ennui, their songs tackle an
intriguing variety of subject matter, from suicide (‘Killed Myself and the
Kids’) to capricious wannabe rock-stars (‘My Bone Idle Idol’).
With social distancing measures currently in place, it’s just a shame that we can’t witness the band’s live shows – performances full of drama, energy and glorious theatricality. In the meantime, though, make sure you pick up their new debut EP, Dead Dead Dead Still Digging, and get yourselves acquainted with Manchester’s most charismatic new band.
KEY TRACK: ‘My Bone Idle
Idol’ – a Fall-esque, psycho-glam stomper which features the brilliant line, “Money is wasted on the rich, they’d force Da Vinci to work at Wetherspoons.”
FOR FANS OF: The Fall, The
Damned, The Teardrop Explodes, Violent Femmes.