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From the Haçienda to Number 10: Could Andy Burnham Put Britain’s Music Scene Back on the Political Agenda?

Andy Burnham

A politician approaching a DJ booth usually creates the same atmospheric dread as watching somebody’s dad invade the dancefloor at a wedding, shoulders twitching through a borrowed approximation of rhythm while every camera in the room waits to preserve the humiliation. Andy Burnham has spent years flitting around Manchester’s music scene without producing that familiar cultural wince. I remember seeing him DJ alongside Clint Boon at Jimmy’s in the Northern Quarter in 2018, where his presence made sense within the fabric of the city, and that evening became one entry in an increasingly convincing musical history.

Since then, Burnham has battled Liverpool City Region mayor Steve Rotheram behind the decks, raised money for homelessness services through music events and spoken about albums with the emotional specificity of somebody whose taste developed through record shops, John Peel broadcasts and formative gigs. He worked in Manchester during the city’s fabled 1989 summer, bought Stone Roses tickets from Piccadilly Records and witnessed their Empress Ballroom show. The Wedding Present, The Pogues, New Order, The Smiths and The Strokes sit within his personal canon.

Now, astonishingly, that lifelong music fan has stepped into Number 10, replacing a stiff pork skin sack whose level of empathy and sincerity when addressing austerity matched that of a Dalek in a supermarket. The fever dream has reached Downing Street, carrying the possibility that British music may finally have an ally who understands its value from both sides of the barrier.

A Political Relationship with Music That Predates the Photo Opportunity

Westminster has spent decades treating popular music as an accessory retrieved whenever somebody needs to appear human. Gordon Brown once professed his appreciation for Arctic Monkeys with all the natural warmth of a hostage reading a prepared statement. David Cameron claimed The Smiths while Johnny Marr publicly forbade the association. Tony Blair invited Noel Gallagher into Downing Street and wrapped New Labour in Britpop’s cultural momentum, turning Cool Britannia into an immaculate exercise in political image management before the relationship curdled under war, disillusionment and the dawning realisation that rock stars had provided scenery for somebody else’s ascent.

Jeremy Corbyn’s connection with grime carried greater political substance because artists recognised something useful in his commitment to public services and working people. Grime4Corbyn grew from genuine enthusiasm among younger voters and musicians whose lives had been shaped by austerity. Burnham enters from another direction entirely, with a record collection and gig history woven through decades of his private life, accompanied by an administrative record that treated music as civic infrastructure.

His DJ appearances have also served a purpose beyond personal branding. The Manchester and Liverpool mayoral DJ battle at Depot Mayfield in 2022 raised over £25,000, with proceeds supporting homelessness initiatives; its Liverpool follow-up continued that relationship between music, regional solidarity and material help. Burnham understands that music can gather people around a cause without flattening the evening into a party political broadcast. He enters the room, plays records and trusts the culture to carry the message.

Manchester Became His Evidence Base

Burnham’s mayoral years gave him ample opportunity to trade upon Manchester’s mythology, wheel out a few Factory Records anecdotes and leave the present-day music economy to fend for itself. Instead, he commissioned an independent Greater Manchester Music Review with UK Music in 2019, examining barriers surrounding finance, disability, gender and ethnicity while proposing a regional Music Board, a talent fund, improved transport and stronger planning protection for grassroots venues.

The resulting Greater Manchester Music Commission brought artists, venue representatives, educators and industry figures into civic decision-making. His administration promoted the Agent of Change principle, placing responsibility for soundproofing upon developers whose new projects threaten established venues, and supported practical planning guidance created with Music Venue Trust. These interventions lack the glamour of posing beside a chart star, yet they address the pressure points that determine whether a venue survives another luxury apartment development or receives its death sentence through a noise complaint.

In a bit of a questionable yet well-intentioned move, he appointed Warehouse Project and Parklife cofounder Sacha Lord as Greater Manchester’s first night-time economy adviser in 2018, giving nightlife an advocate inside regional government while Westminster continued speaking about clubs as though they were unruly teenagers awaiting discipline. The Town of Culture programme carried investment and civic attention into Greater Manchester’s boroughs, while the Bee Network connected cultural participation with transport, recognising that an affordable night out still requires a route home.

The £2 Bus Home Matters to Music

The cost-of-living crisis has changed who gets to participate in music, hollowing out audiences while pushing working-class musicians towards exhaustion and exit. Punters calculate the ticket, drinks and journey home, then close the checkout window because an evening costing £15 on paper can rapidly swallow £50.

Burnham’s restored £2 bus fare cap will hardly repair that economic wreckage, yet its relevance reaches deep into the nightly mechanics of cultural life. A predictable fare helps a fan reach a venue in the next town, gives hospitality workers an affordable journey after a shift and allows younger audiences to attend gigs without surrendering a painful portion of their weekly budget to transport. For musicians carrying smaller pieces of equipment, photographers covering local shows and writers travelling to review them, those saved pounds accumulate.

Scrapping VAT on household electricity bills offers another modest release of pressure. Money retained through an energy bill can become rehearsal rent, guitar strings or a gig ticket. The sums will feel small beside years of escalating food costs and frozen tax thresholds, and Burnham still faces demands for measures capable of shifting wealth at the scale the crisis requires. Yet culture depends upon disposable income, and disposable income has been bled from working households until live music has started resembling a luxury service.

There is political meaning in recognising that affordability outside a venue affects everything happening inside it. Starmer approached austerity through spreadsheets, rehearsed concern and the emotional temperature of reinforced concrete. Burnham has begun with interventions people can encounter during an ordinary week, offering an early indication that lived experience may receive a place in government arithmetic.

Breathing Space for the Rooms Where Music Begins

The new 20 per cent business rates cut for pubs, social clubs and eligible live music venues across England, due from April 2027, could benefit almost 32,000 premises, with the typical pub expected to save around £1,100 during the following year. The largest music venues sit outside the scheme, directing support towards community spaces and smaller operators facing the sharpest threat. The government has published the initial details of the measure.

That £1,100 might cover part of an electricity bill, an urgent repair or several staff shifts. It offers breathing space inside a sector where over half of Britain’s grassroots music venues reported zero profit in 2025 and average margins hovered around 2.5 per cent. Survival at that level can depend upon a broken freezer, a licensing dispute or one disastrous month.

The measure remains an opening gesture. Music Venue Trust has called it an encouraging first step while continuing to demand stronger Agent of Change protections and a compulsory levy on arena and stadium tickets to feed money back into the grassroots circuit. Business rates relief cannot resurrect venues already converted into flats, and April 2027 will arrive too late for businesses approaching collapse this winter. Working musicians also need affordable housing, properly funded arts education and protection from an industry increasingly structured around inherited wealth.

Burnham deserves credit for placing live music venues among his first cost-cutting announcements as Prime Minister. He now carries responsibility for following that symbolic choice with structural reform.

Conclusion: Hope Needs to Survive the Encore

A Prime Minister with excellent taste in guitar music provides a pleasing national novelty. A Prime Minister who understands why venues close, why transport determines attendance and why creative careers have become increasingly inaccessible to working-class people could alter the direction of British culture.

Burnham has already proved capable of occupying musical spaces without making everybody clench. His years in Manchester produced policy, consultation and a civic language in which music belonged beside transport and wellbeing. Number 10 now gives him the power to carry those principles across Britain.

The fever dream deserves enjoyment, particularly after the Starmer years reduced hope to another phrase delivered through bloodless managerial syntax. Still, fandom grants Burnham familiarity rather than immunity. The music sector should welcome the £2 journey home and the business rates relief, then demand the compulsory ticket levy, serious grassroots investment and a cultural policy that reaches every town abandoned by Westminster.

Britain has placed a genuine music fan behind the most famous door in politics. The decisive question concerns whether he can keep the doors of its venues open.

Article by Amelia Vandergast

BABY B Gave us the Key to the Manchester Heartbreak Club in a Sad Girl Confessional Interview 

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Manchester-based artist BABY B steps into her own world with her breakout single, Because, by swapping plastic pop for raw confessional, shoegazed melancholy. In this interview, she unpacks how frustration with the industry, heartbreak, and her obsession with sad-girl music shaped the track into one of the most seminal shoegaze singles this side of the millennium.

Touching on everything from the cultural pulse of Manchester and Stockport’s rising scene to her admiration for icons like Leonard Cohen and Lana Del Rey, she paints a picture of an artist set on building more than just songs. BABY B’s manifesto calls for vulnerability and beauty to sit side by side, making her voice one to follow for anyone ready to find comfort in messy emotions.

BABY B, we’re absolutely stoked to sit down with you after you fixated us with your latest release, ‘Because’. The single is a major departure from your previous releases; what inspired the shift?

Because came from frustration, honestly. Writing for other artists, I’d see signed acts overthinking, second-guessing themselves, and ending up with songs that just weren’t good. I knew I could do it better—or at least as good—and I wanted to prove it.

I’ve got a lot to say about rejection, heartbreak, and loss, and I’m obsessed with sad-girl music, so this was my way of telling my own story in that space. On top of that, songwriters get screwed on streams, so I wanted to own the master and take control.

But really, it was deeper than all that. The urge to make this track had been bubbling under the surface for a long time, and Because was the moment it finally erupted.

We’ve heard COUNTLESS shoegaze/dream pop tracks from artists entrenched in the genre, which were derivative at best, yet, Because delivers the same magnetically oscillating walls of sound while finding new intersections to explore. Did you have any idea you’d achieve this while penning the single?

Honestly, I had no idea where it was going to end up. I put a call out on Instagram asking producers to send me ideas that felt like Lana x Radiohead x Beach House, and the response was way bigger than I expected. After over a decade working in the industry, I’ve been lucky to build some really strong connections, and one of them—Charles Macdonald—really stood out.

We started shaping a sound together, digging into my influences, and refining it until it felt right. Charles was a huge part of forming the foundation of the BABY B world, and that collaboration really brought Because to life.

Did you draw influence from any other artists for this release?

I’m inspired by both the greats and the underground. On one side, artists like Leonard Cohen and Lana Del Rey really shape the way I think about storytelling and atmosphere. On the other, I’m just as influenced by newer acts like Freak Slug and Jadu Heart, who bring this raw, fresh energy. That mix of iconic and underground is what excites me.

Outside of music, what else inspires you?

I’m really inspired by northern culture and that working-class mentality—there’s something powerful about art and film made by people who come from nothing. Beyond that, I take inspiration from everywhere. I love to romanticise life: sunsets, fleeting connections, and the bittersweet nature of how temporary everything is.

What do you believe the single says about you as an artist? 

Because shows that I’m not here just to drop songs—I’m here to build a world. It’s hazy, dreamlike, and cinematic, but it’s also brutally honest and confessional. This track marks a shift from polished, euphoric pop into something rawer and more vulnerable. It’s late-night heartbreaks, it’s messy emotions, it’s escapism you can drown in. That’s the world of BABY B—the Manchester heartbreak club.

What has been your experience of the Manchester music scene?

I’ve been around the Manchester scene for a while now. One of the first times I really felt like I’d found my community was at a night called Up the Racket. Since then, I’ve been lucky to see how much talent, passion, and creativity there is here. The city has this amazing mix of venues—some with so much history they feel iconic, and others that are completely fresh and cutting-edge.

I also think Stockport is going to be the next big scene. It’s technically on the edge of Manchester, but it has its own new energy that feels really exciting—there’s something magical happening there.

Can fans expect more singles in the same vein as Because or will there be even more chameleonic shifts?

There’s definitely more to come—some tracks carry the same vein as Because, but I’m also diving into collaborations with indie electronic bands. Honestly, who knows where it’ll lead? What I do see are big stages ahead, and a world where a heartbroken girl can be a voice for Manchester in an industry that still leans too heavily towards the south and the privileged.

If your music could be a manifesto for anything, what would it be?

If my music were a manifesto, it would be for embracing heartbreak and beauty in equal measure. It would declare that vulnerability is power, that sadness can be transcendent, and that even fleeting moments deserve to be celebrated. Own your mess, be unapologetically human, and softly scream it all into the void.

‘Because’ will be available to stream on all major platforms from September 30th. Until then, follow BABY B on TikTok and Instagram.

Portnova Spilled Hedonism into the Shadows of Desire in Their Dark Techno Siren Song, ‘Snipe’

With Snipe, taken from their newly released debut LP Fossa, Portnova channelled the heat of lust into a sonic pressure system forged between the isolated stillness of Rivington’s forests and the harsh mechanical pulse of a North Manchester industrial estate. That friction shaped the track into a visceral juxtaposition of sultry and savage.

The UK duo, Matt Hindley and Ben Parsons, held nothing back as they laced seductive French vocals through dark techno hooks and electro-pop momentum. The vocals lick lust right through the rhythmic pulses, making sensuality feel both imminent and inaccessible.

Portnova prove they have a precise instinct for merging the dirty with the demure. There’s a discernible elegance woven into the throbbing basslines, yet it never dilutes the release’s chemical potency. Transcendence temporally oscillates throughout the production, hitting hard with hyper-pulsative beats that blur the line between dissociation and euphoric clarity.

While many producers attempt to alchemise tension and release, few do it with this much physicality. Snipe doesn’t passively play through headphones, it leaves its imprint on your mind, body and breath. This is sound design that hits harder than the afterglow of the hedonistic haze it emits.

Snipe is now available to stream on all major platforms, including Spotify. 

Review by Amelia Vandergast

High-Beta Scattered Lo-Fi Stardust Across Existential Desolation in ‘Sky in the Absence of Ground’

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High-Beta, the solo moniker of Manchester-Leeds-based producer James Bebbington, poured celestial introspection into lo-fi electronica with Sky in the Absence of Ground. Lifted from the newly released LP Under Streetlights, which officially landed on June 6th, the track threads retro textures into a spatial meditation that defies weight and structure, both sonically and thematically.

The title alone reads like a line stripped from a Sylvia Plath verse, but the weight of the sentiment doesn’t drift unanchored. Bebbington instils meaning with every progression. His decision to forgo emotive restraint results in a vocal performance that invites the listener into the raw nerve of the track’s core. The harmonies hang in a state of arrest, teetering between the comfort of familiarity and the disorientation of cosmic detachment.

With High-Beta’s signature minimalism acting as an emotional accelerant, the lo-fi aesthetic never overshadows the intent. Instead, it creates a porous membrane through which vulnerability seeps, saturating the keys with aching sincerity. There’s a nostalgic ache in the melodic resolve, yet it avoids indulgence.

High-Beta offers more than sound; this is a broadcast from a psychological and emotional elsewhere, an aural artefact transmitting what remains in the air when the certainties of gravity collapse.

Discover High-Beta on Bandcamp and Instagram.

Review by Amelia Vandergast

‘Moon in Libra’ by Bryony Lloyd Suspended the Noise of Now in Timeless Folk Stillness

The reverie of the folk reverence in Moon in Libra belies the city Bryony Lloyd now calls home. With a voice that resounds as though it has never inhaled the smoke of industrial streets and becomes the epitome of harmonic purity, her standout single from her Ariel EP and all of the quiescent questioning it carries transports you away from the suffocation of modernity and noise, cradling you within its diaphanously seraphic atmosphere.

By letting her voice become the focal point as the motifs act as embellishments instead of a driver of momentum, it’s effortless to slip into Moon in Libra, which explores the grey area between platonic and romantic affection. Nothing about the lyrics, which strike hard with narrative imagery, feels tainted by the 21st century, giving this release a timeless touch to caress its expansive crossover appeal.

Through her discography, the Manchester-based folk artist invites her listeners into a world crafted through gentle vocal nuance and emotive introspection. Raised in South East London and now an unmistakable presence in Manchester’s rising folk scene, Bryony Lloyd has become synonymous with lyrical delicacy and haunting melodies, securing airplay on BBC Introducing and BBC Scotland. With performances at Green Note, London and YES, Manchester, her acoustic whispers continue to reach wider audiences—without compromising their intimacy.

Moon in Libra is now available to stream on all major platforms, including Spotify.

Review by Amelia Vandergast

How Councils Kill Culture: A Manchester Music Scene Case Study

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For a city with a global reputation built on music, Manchester is playing a dangerously offbeat tune. While its legacy is still being shouted about in documentaries and tourism campaigns, grassroots music venues are being erased from the landscape in real time, with barely a nod to their historic, social, or artistic relevance. Retro Bar is the latest name to be scribbled onto the cultural kill list — a venue with 35 years of service to Manchester’s subcultures, music scenes, and creative lifeblood. And now? It’s scheduled for demolition. Because someone decided a multi-billion-pound science redevelopment mattered more than the community it will displace.

This isn’t just about a basement bar. It’s about a cultural artery being clamped shut by suits and a nefarious pattern of neglect, short-sightedness and cultural vandalism that’s unfolding across the country. It needs to be called out for what it is: a systemic issue that devalues culture in favour of sterile “progress.”

The Retro Bar Case: A Wake-Up Call Disguised as a Eulogy

Retro Bar’s impending closure in July 2025 should never have been on the cards. Not in a city that claims to champion music. Not when over 200 gigs a year have rung out from its two floors, drawing in over 20,000 punters annually. Not when it gave early stages to Frank Turner, Everything Everything and became the birthplace of The Chemical Brothers’ DJ career.

But the £1.7 billion Sister Masterplan between Bruntwood SciTech and The University of Manchester has other ideas. Ideas which, conveniently, didn’t include any meaningful protection or relocation for Retro. According to the venue team, the two sites offered as alternatives were unworkable. They weren’t offered relocation – they were offered what amounted to business funeral costs. A nod, a handshake, and a payout for winding everything down. A payout which wouldn’t cover half the costs of restarting somewhere new.

The venue team have done the legwork. They’ve scouted new locations. They’ve stayed in conversations. But conversations are meaningless when one party holds the power to bulldoze, and the other is left screaming into the dust.

The silence from decision-makers is deliberate. This is how councils kill culture: not with malice, but with omission. With selective inaction. With polite meetings, backhanded praise and a complete refusal to grasp the urgency and value of what they’re destroying.

Cultural Strategy Means Nothing Without Action

Manchester City Council has long boasted about its cultural capital. On paper, the city has a “world-class” cultural strategy. In practice, it’s handing eviction notices to the people who built its reputation. Retro Bar is one of the few remaining venues actively sustaining grassroots music in the city centre. And when you lose your grassroots, you lose your future.

Music Venue Trust has rightly pointed out the hypocrisy of councils waving the banner for music when it’s profitable or politically expedient – but refusing to legislate or advocate for the people who make it possible. The Council’s failure to intervene meaningfully doesn’t just reflect poorly on Manchester. It sends a message to every small venue in the UK: your heritage means nothing. Your impact means nothing. If we want the space, you’re gone.

And the gall of it all? The same people who want Retro gone will be the first to cite The Chemical Brothers as part of Manchester’s cultural heritage. They’ll happily slap their names on tourism campaigns, shout about local legends, and milk nostalgia for every drop it’s worth. But when it comes to doing the actual work of preserving cultural infrastructure, they vanish.

It’s not that the Council can’t protect spaces like Retro. It’s that they won’t. Because to do so would mean standing up to developers, pushing back on commercial pressure, and acknowledging that ‘regeneration’ is often demolition dressed up as progress.

Why It’s Never Just About One Venue

When venues like Retro go under, it’s easy to treat them as isolated losses. A sad footnote in the endless churn of urban development. But these closures are cumulative. They erode the connective tissue that binds music communities together. They erase training grounds, disrupt industry pipelines, and tear holes in cultural ecosystems that take decades to rebuild.

Retro Bar is an employer, training space, a platform for grassroots artists, a launchpad for national tours, a home for LGBT club nights during Manchester Pride, a rehearsal and recording space, a host to spoken word performances, film screenings and festivals. And, most vitally, it has offered all this not for profit, but because it mattered.

Everything Everything described it as a “vital training ground.” Frank Turner stressed how Retro gave him one of his first real platforms. These aren’t nostalgic endorsements – they’re statements of fact. Without spaces like Retro, scenes shrink. Talent pools dry up. And the next generation of artists has nowhere to start.

The numbers back it up. A recent Music Fans’ Voice survey revealed that nearly 94% of Mancunians want culturally significant music venues and nightclubs to be given protected status. The public wants these spaces to be preserved. But public will counts for nothing if councils and developers continue to sideline it.

We Know the Solutions. They’re Just Being Ignored.

The most infuriating part of this whole situation is its preventable nature. Solutions already exist. Councils could introduce protected status for culturally valuable music venues. They could integrate cultural infrastructure assessments into every major redevelopment plan. They could ensure viable relocation support and implement legal frameworks that give these spaces the same kind of stability given to heritage buildings and commercial tenants.

But they don’t. Because cultural spaces, especially ones associated with youth, marginalised communities, and subcultures, still aren’t seen as economically or socially essential. That’s the real sickness here. Councils are failing to understand that culture is infrastructure. It’s not an add-on. It’s a core component of what makes a city liveable, meaningful, and human.

Retro Bar’s team has done everything right. They’ve stayed in dialogue. They’ve offered solutions. They’ve rallied the community. Their crowdfunder isn’t just a desperate plea for survival — it’s a rallying cry for cultural continuity. They are not asking for a handout. They’re asking to keep doing what they do, in a new space, with dignity and support.

Conclusion: If They Can Bulldoze Retro Bar, They Can Bulldoze Anything

The demolition of Retro Bar isn’t just a threat to one building. It’s a warning shot to every grassroots venue across the UK. If this can happen in Manchester — a city synonymous with music — it can happen anywhere. And unless councils start prioritising cultural infrastructure with real, enforceable protection, we’ll keep watching our music scenes be razed to the ground.

But here’s the hope: this isn’t over. Retro is still fighting. So are its supporters. And if the outrage generated by this closure gets channelled into political pressure, we can change the tide. Music communities are used to being underestimated. But they’re also used to organising, campaigning, and surviving.

If every one of the 20,000 annual visitors donated just £2.50, Retro Bar would smash their £50,000 crowdfunding goal. Think of your donation as a democratic vote. 1 vote doesn’t matter, but if everyone parted with some digital spare change, the future of Retro Bar would be far more certain. Donate to the crowdfunder here.

Article by Amelia Vandergast

Manchester’s Concrete Club turned the noose of neoliberalism with their indie anthem, ‘Paycheck to Paycheck’

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The most promising indie rock outfit Manchester has had swaggering down Oldham Street in quite some time has returned with Paycheck to Paycheck—a synth-soaked, guitar-jangled post-punk-adjacent anthem that picks up where Morrissey left off. Concrete Club turned the noose of neoliberalism into a no-nonsense working-class vignette, unflinching in its portrayal of the modern malaise of trying to keep your head above water while the elite swan-dive into tax avoidance schemes.

Built around a powerful synth lead and a tighter-than-the-welfare-budget rhythm section, Paycheck to Paycheck offers a rallying opportunity to seek refuge in the bleak comfort of shared scarcity complexes. The infectiously adrenalising reprise of “You’re not fun anymore” perfectly encapsulates the satisfaction that’s been stripped and sanitised from society; walk through any town, and you’ll witness psyches cracked by austerity and stitched up with zero-hour contracts.

The irony? Catch Concrete Club live and you’ll find the fun that’s been excised from everyday life forcibly reinstated through their Editors-esque earworms. Their sound may nod to New Order and The Killers, but this isn’t a tribute act banking on nostalgia. With lyricality that hits like a shot to the heart from a candid, politically aware soul and vocals that pull you into the feverish core of their arrangements, Concrete Club aren’t here to be a footnote. They deserve a headline slot in Manchester’s ongoing music legacy.

Paycheck to Paycheck is now available to stream on all major platforms, including Spotify.

Review by Amelia Vandergast.

Precious McKenzie – ‘Soft Skin, Screaming’: Alt-Indie Proof Romance Isn’t Dead, It’s Just Nihilistic

Manchester’s Precious McKenzie scratched their 7-year hiatus itch with the release of their single, ‘Soft Skin, Screaming’ on April 7; a precursor to their upcoming EP, which brings with it a promise of more cerebrally Machiavellian lyricality and stylistic ricochets across the alt-indie spectrum.

As an exposition of emotional addiction, hedonic excess and how the intersections between them can lead to the avenue of alienation and desperation to evade apathy, the single opts for realism over resolve, affirming how in the end, we return to dust, and yet, there’s catharsis in the emotive cataclysm which proves that romance isn’t dead, it’s just nihilistic and as dysfunctional as its perpetrators as they chase the impermanence of satisfaction in an era of dystopia.

With a chorus that delivers the visceralism we crave to abstract us from the monotony of unaltered mental states following palpitatingly taut verses of angular guitars fuelling the tension and visualising the anxiety that instils itself in the preludes of indulgence, ‘Soft Skin, Screaming’ is the sharpest blade on the alt-indie execution block in 2025.

Through chameleonic vocals that deliver poetic tender sentimentality, augment into anthemic 00s indie adrenaline, find room to inject sardonic spite and let restraint slip into ether while keeping flawless pitch like an indie crooner on the brink, Soft Skin, Screaming, is a buzzsaw through the mind, body, soul and rhythmic pulses.

Soft Skin, Screaming is now available to stream on all major platforms, including  Spotify and YouTube.

Review by Amelia Vandergast

A.J Galley – Down the Drain: Manchester Has a New Voice of Melancholy

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It seems Manchester’s knack for crafting bittersweet symphonies didn’t end with The Verve. A.J Galley’s standout single, Down the Drain, is a stripped-back tour de force evocative of Radiohead’s songcraft, where melancholy flows through the veins of every acoustic chord and sombre vocal harmony. With emotion taking precedence over theatrics, Galley’s voice swells and softens, allowing the momentum to ebb and flow with natural intensity.

Anyone who has ever loved and lost the battle will find swathes of resonance residing within Down the Drain which finds itself leagues away from cliche. At just 22, Galley demonstrates a maturity in his songwriting that defies his years. The track’s progressive arrangement carefully builds to an artfully agonised crescendo, underscoring his command over dynamic contrasts.

Influenced by the likes of Radiohead, Jeff Buckley, and Chris Cornell, Galley bleeds introspective confessions into raw, unfiltered power, balancing gentle verses with climactic choruses that bristle with intricate depth. With Down the Drain, Galley’s place in the city’s sonic legacy feels more than assured.

Down the Drain is now available to stream on all major platforms, including YouTube.

Review by Amelia Vandergast

Thee Spicy Leviathan cut through the ‘Noise’ with their latest alt-rock juggernaut

The latest stoner rock-adjacent single, Noise, from Manchester’s freshly formed outfit, Thee Spicy Leviathan, borrows a few salacious leaves from Deftones’ sonic playbook, scrawling their sonic signature across the pages. Once lured by the seductive rhythmic pulse of the single, subversion sinks in as the euphonic deadpan vocals transition from crooning to screamo snarls, unveiling a vicious sense of duality in the production that mirrors the hypersonic drama reminiscent of Muse. It’s practically the stoner rock equivalent of a horror film jump scare, heightening the immersion in the technically cultivated, tumultuously ingenious track.

It’s been a while since I’ve been able to say that Manchester harbours a new, truly prodigious outfit, but no one can deny the powerhouse is cutting through the nostalgic banality of the scene, blazing a similar trail to Dirty Laces, Deja Vega, and The Virginmarys.

As they gear up for their debut album launch later this year, Thee Spicy Leviathan is poised to ignite the alt-rock genre with their explosive, primal energy.

The official music video for Noise premiered on October 2nd; stream it on YouTube now.

Review by Amelia Vandergast