Like a homage to smoke-filled vaults, ageing billiard rooms and crumby packets of pork scratchings in the Working Men’s Clubs of days gone by, Todmorden-by-way-of-Europe trio Syd, Jake and Giulia are about to fling open the doors of their own millennial social hub, fusing the 70s post-punk start-stop sound of Talking Heads, Gang of Four and Television with the stomp of Parquet Courts’ positivity. Syd’s half-spoken words jab through Strokes guitar lines with Mark E. Smith drawl...it’s the feeling of a Saturday spent scuffing about in thrift stores and hanging out with friends.Read More
They came from the trees.
Now settled in fertile east London, Snapped Ankles maintain the feral energy of the forest. Fight or flight. Primal motorik rhythms, the rush of white noise and post-punk angles; an aural onslaught played out on homemade log synths, electrified guitars and sticks beating hell on taut animal skin.
Snapped Ankles have flourished in the sub-tropical climes of warehouse and squat parties, moving onto performance art collaborations with filmmakers and shows in unlikely locations such as barber shops, games arcades and the forests they once called home. They plough a singular furrow at improbable angles. The woodwose have discovered electricity and they’re not afraid to use it.Read More