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.
Pretentious shite music since 2010. How strange it is to be anything at all. And to piss out meaningless and grand words in the hope that you can kid the world of your importance. Etc.
shout at us via workinmannoiseunit [at] gmail [dot] com
Reality Trippin' - the WMNU Reviews Hall of Fame
"It's as if they took a good Julian Cope review to heart and are trying to be a real rock band now. Maybe I'm not getting the joke, maybe there is no joke to get."
- Terminal Boredom
"One good riff."
- Fat Lemmy after a Wolf People support gig in Reading, delivered whilst shaking his head sadly
"... tempered by the spectre of your mate's band from 1994 who did Nirvana and Therapy? covers and two of their own songs. You remember."
- The Quietus
"Good in a way... but it was more about endurance than music, wasn't it?"
- Some lad after a gig at the Social in London
"Handle with care, the testosterone smells a bit curdled..."
- Collective Zine
"Bloody good stuff. Best tunes since Eton Rifles"
- David "Dave" Cameron
etc.
"Bloody good stuff. Best tunes since Eton Rifles"
- David "Dave" Cameron
etc.
