Ah yes, a big bottle of drought-quenching water has been thrown our way in the shape of the strangely named and delightfully menacing New York foursome Pop. 1280…. They play London this Friday, at The Shacklewell Arms, Shacklewell Lane, Dalston, East London to be exact… Here’s some ear food, some eye candy and a link or two, you don’t need clever words about noire crime, fish teeth and the price of a barroom brawl from us, do they have a Liars-like menace about them? They apparently take their name from a Jim Thompson crime novel about a killer cop, and they’ve given their first full-length album the self-explanatory title of The Horror.
“Pop. 1280 wallow in the same pool of pigfuck sloppy seconds as East Coast contemporaries Pissed Jeans and the Men.” so said someone else on some other website, or so I just read on the ever vital LondonGigs pages. Backs of Chevys (55 I hope, stocked, gun metal grey), teeth of angler fish….
‘Ere, have some Tea and Sympathy, from 1969…