We are a young 4-piece rock band, born and bred in between the two mystical stone circles (Stone Henge and Avebury) of Wiltshire, England.
UNCLEAN IS NOW 2.56 YEARS OLD.
Our music is grungy and heavy but also melodic and catchy, our ambition....
TO ROCK!!!!!!
all pictures were taken by ben gage if you need any doin you can contact him at myspace/maggot_rye cheers
If you are interested in Unclean, and what we stand for, you should check out the tracks on our profile, these were recorded at the end of last year, we are currently preparing to do a new EP, look out for it on MySpace
If you would like a CD drop us a mail with posting details and we'll sort it.
Described as: 'like Soulfly if Trent Reznor were part of the band,' their debut album "There's No Profit in Truth", mixes the pent up frustration of acts such as Rage Against The Machine with the raging, highly charged riffs of classic Machine Head. Good, honest, politically aware and highly charged Metal at its best...
Hey! Appologies if this is the second comment we've sent you recently...bit of a mix up in the bands communication :)
Anyway.. we've been a little quiet for the last few months but we are very pleased to announce our new EP is finished and up on our myspace! It's called Bright Lights and has four brand spanking new tracks to blow your mind. Please have a listen and tell us what you think and if you love it, buy it! :)
Dharmata are currently sitting around at Dan's house for the next few weeks playing music. We wont be appearing live any-where else. If you want to be involved with this event tickets are availble from "Pub-talk" promotions or reply "here" Draft-Paks are also welcome.
Hey Unclean, Your reflections bring happiness that rends naked glass. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows. Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation. I love your eyes, I know they can stare through my thoughts. I keep searching for you between the cushions. As the bliss slowly rises in my incandescent eluxulator, your mere presence has a euphoric effect upon me. All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? You breath as delicately as vapors flowing towards an attractive flame. How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a volcano in heat. How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind.
