LOOSE JOINTS X CRUUSH

Manchester’s alternative heavyweights, cruush sound like a manufacturing error of prettiness. Corrosive. Half-melted. Spewing a destabilising grunginess so intense it creates a kind of paralysis. Their core IP formed when Amber’s darkwave nursery rhymes of dead-eyed dreamstate met the white-knuckle tension of Arthur Boyd’s elliptical guitar. Running into one another at a “shitty Fresher’s event” the pair retreated to the chromosome of Amber’s room to jam the early tunes that would serve as a helix for the band’s genetic information. Joined by drummer Fotis Kalantzis and bassist Charlie Marriott they’re collectively able to summon songs that rage a cold war on the ears. Their delay mottled ditties propelled by gusts of distortion dissolving into tones muscular enough to administer compound fractures, shifting in and out of phase, pluming for miles, drone-laced and magnificent.