Working in the factories and chemical plants of their native Runcorn, Post Punk was less of a choice than it was an obvious pathway. Surrounded by gray brutalist iconoclasts which blossomed around them, the bleak motoriscisms are less so an escapism and more of a celebration of the environment that surrounds them in much the same way that their forefathers did before them. They inject the industry which envelops them and bring it to life in a way that no band from South London or the Home Counties ever fuckin could.
We’re absolutely elated to announce that top egg Bill Nickson will be releasing his Eggy debut with us. Master of bedroom pop, Nickson has been working relentlessly, producing an extensive set of songs spanning since his last EP, to now. Bill shares with us the first collection of songs from his quickly expanding catalogue – […]