Two men. Making music like Muddy Waters brought up in the industrial wastelands of provincial Lancashire, One beats drums, the other holds his guitar high, and together they make dirty noise rock, underpinned with trash, bitterness and loathing.

Brown Brogues are the antipathy of everything that this city has come to represent in the past few decades; visceral, uncompromising and one of the most promising fixtures on Manchester’s musical landscape. This is the kind of stuff that makes the likes of Times New Viking seem twee, these are brooding melodies delivered in anger, yet still making your feet move to the sexy rhythm. Their shows are like being in a fight with a friend, but in a really good way.