Feb 24, 2009, 3:38pm
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I came across British band Peoples Person Club the other day on the myspace. Their joyful, high-energy tunes piqued my interest but, as is often the case, their page gave no info. So. Very. Frustrating. Seriously people, it makes it really, really hard to write about your band. So for pete's sake, give us a name, initials, a witty anagram, or even just the number of members in your band. Something! Geez, these days you have to hire freaking Magnum PI for some basic information. Grmbl - sorry about the rant. Anyway, my investigation continued and I got [...]

photo: appaloosa Out of all the music appearing on shattered satellite so far in '09, it's this song that has stuck in my head the most. Peoples Person Club are from Leamington Spa and count Post War Years as best buddies. The brainchild of John Ridgard, evidently weaned on a diet of Skittles and Panda Pops. I'm making such hasty assumptions on his childhood because the song is hyperactive in that state you only reach under the influence of a mad sugar high, intense and ephemeral, liable to run into [...]