RUBY LOUNGE PRESENTS....
Selfish C*nt with special guests EL POLICIA
DATE: Tuesday 12th August
TICKETS: Details of cheap tickets below
GET YOURSELF ON THE CHEAP GUESTLIST
El Policia have a cheap guestlist that gets you in for £5 instead of £8 adv tickets and a booking fee.....
To get yourself on the list simply click attending on this event and say you're on the "El Policia List" when you arrive at the venue
Or message via the El Policia myspace below
"One of Manchester’s top teen bands....they have the back up to deliver on their burgeoning potential" Clash Magazine
"Like the Monkeys meets Nirvana" NME
"One of the most exciting new bands to come out of Manchester in ages, and i ought to know i've listened to hundreds of them since we started this thing." Danny McNamara - The Aftershow / Embrace
''El Policia are the rock band that Manchester's been waiting for, a band where the music matches the image and the haircuts and are prepared to make a riotous noise rather than a emo slitting Black Parade.'' - Designer Magazine
''And they've got some decent songs too - gritty, energetic power-pop tunes whose punk roots are very much in the British suburbia of the 1977 second wave.'' - www.manchestermusic.co.uk
''Manchester’s next big thing EL POLICIA, definitely ones for the future! ''Roadhouse
''THE AGGRESSIVE PUNK DRIVEN 'MISS MY YOUTH’ HIGHLIGHTS THEIR SAID POTENTIAL; TIGHT GUITARS WOVEN AROUND DIRTY BASS RIFFS TO BRING A CLASH MEETS STROKES SOUND'' - PANIK! ATTACK!
Advance tickets £8 right here:
http://www.ticketline.co.uk / 0161 832 1111
And more besides right here:
The Royal Festival Hall wakes up to desire…
Selfish Cunt take the stage dwarfed by Motorhead’s Marshall stacks - that probably go up to 11 - and render them irrelevant. A black hole opens - and screams - YOU’VE GOT IT ALL WRONG! Right from the start there’s a misunderstanding about what you’re expecting and what you’re going to get.
Selfish Cunt delivered a set of astonishing intensity - enough to make your hepatitis ache - that made good on Jarvis Cocker’s promise that this year’s Meltdown Festival “shall rouse you from your slumber”. Martin Tomlinson cracked the microphone whip while Patrick Constable, Matthew Saw and Bambi inserted an adrenaline drip of high frequency feedback, erotic guitar pleads, and metabolic fury. Daring to slow down, bend over, speed up, screech and swarm, Tomlinson sang of dark desires, unsettling sexuality and the stink of money. This was an object lesson for schizophrenics - freaked outness - Pan pranced across the stage and pricked you out!
This is Selfish Cunt. They are an intensity - driving a demon machine - who prance and play like they couldn’t give a shit that Motorhead are hanging out backstage waiting to have their cocks licked under the lights of the Royal Box.