power indie

Salt. Chemicals. Apathy. Subsidence. Northwich is a town notable for little, but it was here that The Shallow Call drifted out of school and into a band. Brought together through a love of The Smiths, Clash, Love, Phil Spector and a shared bemusement with life in their little home, they began to write songs about casual sex and casual violence, pithy odes to small-town syndrome rapscallions who’ve probably spilt more than you’ll ever drink. Oh, and the fact that bands don’t tend to bother writing good lyrics any more, right ?