Manchester based five piece Politburo, serving up an idiosyncratic, satirical attack in the form of discordant neo post-punk.
With a collective desire to express themselves creatively, artistically, and in a semi rebellious – but ultimately meaningful nature – Cabbage are here to fight for all that’s good. Oliver Rodrigues in 1825 said: “The power of the arts is indeed the most immediate and fastest way to social, political and economic reform,” and Cabbage join and submerge in that struggle and inevitable victory.
On Friday 30th September Cabbage released their new four-track EP ‘Uber Capitalist Death Trade’ on James Skelly’s Skeleton Key Records, the original home of Blossoms and home of She Drew the Gun. The EP is the first of three upcoming EP releases by the hotly-tipped Manchester five-piece, with the second EP due next month. ‘Uber Capitalist Death Trade EP’ follows the recent single ‘Dinner Lady’, released as a 7 inch on Tim Burgess’s Ogenesis Recordings.
Cabbage are Lee Broadbent (lead vocals), Joe Martin (vocals, guitar), Eoghan Clifford (guitar), Stephen Evans (bass) and Asa Morley (drums). With “the black humour of Buzzcocks, the surrealism of Happy Mondays, the haircuts of various Stone Roses” (i-D), Cabbage are a semi-controlled riot of tunes, energy and opinions. NME described their debut EP ‘Le Chou’ as “five twisted post-punk slinkers stuffed with explicit lyrics and Jack White levels of rage” while The Guardian suggested that “they’re hell-bent on filling the current vacancy for rock’n’roll commentator on Brexit Britain.”
Write Cabbage of the new EP:
“Exhibit A. Uber Capitalist Death Trade is the first of its set. It pays homage to the tragedy of British soldiers being brainwashed and utilised, then either killed or spat out by the same vicious machine it salutes. It pays tribute to human nature being unforgiving and the pain of the vacuous socially cleansed cities verses the ghostly fallen towns of Britain. It prays to the gargantuan presence that is the United States Of Freedom and it begs to be punished by the sweet sweet pseudo tales of Manchester. Read a book, Steal from a billionaire, listen to Cabbage. Exhibit A.”