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If pressed to pinpoint an exact situation for Ultranol's conception, they would probably tell you it were a romantic, candle-lit meeting of minds some time in December 2004, with the tiny pitter-patter of feet arriving in July of the following year. More likely, however, is that they were conceived behind the back of a bike-shed, met by the utterance "Honestly, that's never happened before."
The "sound of Ultranol", as the band call it, is a lucid mix of Britpop grooves, post-punk urgency, alt-rock moping and a little something they call "Special Sauce".
Ultranol's first EP, 'DOCTORS', is available on various tables around the fair city of Nottingham, and can be found in it's entirety on this here MySpace. Expect to see them busting their beats at toilet venues all over Nottingham in 2007, before the inevitable breakthrough to stardom, leading to Matt's untimely suicide, but not before a wildly experimental album featuring loops cut from Sam Horton's snoring reworked into a 96-minute prog-epic about the state of the NHS.
Ultranol: A band to call your own. If you're in it.
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