Mleko
There’s a distinct turbulence frothing in Manchester. Not the sideways forever-rain or the static hum of a post-industrial hangover, but something stranger, lither, and more evasive.
Enter MLEKO: a seven-piece. They twist, howl, and hold you over the edge with ever-so-slightly clammy hands. Beauty crosscut with beast and a side of sincerity… lathered in levity. The band — Ed Whirledge (vocals/guitar), Rory Baker (guitar), Tom Houston (sax), Charlotte Nuta(trumpet), Myron Endean (bass), Ioan Saul (drums), and Bruno Evans (guitar/synth) — describe their sound as ‘Gub Rock’, which, like all good made-up genres, is more of a shrug than a statement: “Gub Rock? – Who knows what kind of rock we make? It’s been termed post-punk, art rock, post-rock, alt rock, prog rock, to the point where we are just as lost as everyone
else.” Call them art-punk, call them post-everything, call them metalified neo-folk noise wizards with a brass fetish. MLEKO is an articulate goliath that keeps it weird, beautiful and joyous.
There’s a distinct turbulence frothing in Manchester. Not the sideways forever-rain or the static hum of a post-industrial hangover, but something stranger, lither, and more evasive.
Enter MLEKO: a seven-piece. They twist, howl, and hold you over the edge with ever-so-slightly clammy hands. Beauty crosscut with beast and a side of sincerity… lathered in levity. The band — Ed Whirledge (vocals/guitar), Rory Baker (guitar), Tom Houston (sax), Charlotte Nuta(trumpet), Myron Endean (bass), Ioan Saul (drums), and Bruno Evans (guitar/synth) — describe their sound as ‘Gub Rock’, which, like all good made-up genres, is more of a shrug than a statement: “Gub Rock? – Who knows what kind of rock we make? It’s been termed post-punk, art rock, post-rock, alt rock, prog rock, to the point where we are just as lost as everyone
else.” Call them art-punk, call them post-everything, call them metalified neo-folk noise wizards with a brass fetish. MLEKO is an articulate goliath that keeps it weird, beautiful and joyous.