"If you imagine a world somewhere between Manchester and Berlin; a place mid-way between Joy Division and The Chameleons; a voice fixated somewhere between Billy McKenzie and Thurston Moore. Not that the dark shadows cast by The Marder actually seek to copy or indeed sound like any of these icons, but they’re hitting the genre that could make them equals. From the industrial wedges of bass guitar to the heartbeat perfect and wild rolls of maybe one of Manchester’s best drummers, their singer and guitarist is the funnel for all of this almost unbridled energy. The crack of “Forty” and the intense mind blowing ructions of “If The West Apologised To The East” are merely small nuclear missiles, launched from what promises to be an increasingly threatening arsenal of songs.
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Review by JA - ManchesterMusic.co.uk
...So elegantly ripped apart, so gently torn in two.
...Disemboweled, bled dry and left outside.
...Senses betrayed. Tongue burnt, tongue numb, tongue removed.
...My own Mother never really loved me.
"THE MARDER are very much a band you want to keep a very careful eye on. Their bleak twangy tones are suitably informed by a remote obsession with early Factory singles, The Chameleons, the progressive rumblings of latter day bands such as Foals and George Orwell. Theirs is a vision of 1984 set in black and white and despair and the guitarist has his guitar hitched up so high that it’s literally being sucked into his armpit. The end result is a jerky, very clever twist of timings that makes Interpol sound as smooth as Bobby Brown, but it’s the voice, stolen from the Postcard Records era of Orange Juice and Josef K that provides the final, convincing, musical wrench. Superb stuff from a band we’ll no doubt be hearing a lot more from."
Review by Manuel Ecostos - ManchesterMusic.co.uk
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