Description
Limited edition 300 only black vinyl LP housed in a 350gsm reverse board printed outer sleeve with download code.
In the bands own words …
Hello. Our crummy band is called WORKIN’ MAN NOISE UNIT. Apostrophe, no G. (Yeah, all the good names were taken, OK) From Reading, UK. We are drums, noise, bass, guitar, vocals, sound, energy, bad jokes, the smell of stale beer on sticky floors. Hit a few chords, see how it sounds. Live, tonight, not sold out.
WORKIN’ MAN NOISE UNIT started in 2010. Since then we’ve played on stages the size of a postage stamp and smaller than that too. And the back rooms of pubs and clubs and restaurants and record stores and pizza establishments and stinking practice rooms. In arts centres and galleries and warehouses and member-run community spaces. In dank basements, a flat in a shopping centre, an old bank vault, a crypt, a bicycle shop. Etc. Plus a few respectable venues accidentally allowed us in to make a racket along the way too.
And we’re still doing it because making music with your mates is fucking ace, isn’t it?
It’s been a good ride so far. We’ve heard great music and met great people. Can no longer hold a conversation in a loud room because of screaming tinnitus but it’s probably been worth it. Pardon?
Our new record is called IT’S NOT NOTHIN’ and it has 11 songs and it’s out on the top notch RIOT SEASON RECORDS. It was recorded, mixed and mastered by Wayne Adams at BearBitesHorse. We reckon he even managed to make us sound half-decent, despite our best efforts. Have a listen to it if you fancy.
And then we’re getting back in a van loaded full of half-broken amps and weighed down by LPs and it all carries on. Dreaming of hot meals and bladder control. The motorway again. Set lists written on the back of old flyers and wetherspoons receipts. Snyder’s hot buffalo wing pretzel pieces, a.k.a. gold medals, washed down with buckfast. And how nice are chips? Well nice.
Come see us play our new songs, say hi.
