Manchester Roadhouse

They're currently the only new band in Britain to owe more to [B]The Residents[/B] than [a]Radiohead[/a]...

Superstring wear white chemical-protection suits and have a song, ‘Planck Length’, that explores “love in the tenth dimension”. They’re currently the only new band in Britain to owe more to The Residents than Radiohead.

Not that Manchester isn’t taking them seriously. A residency at club-night Homoelectric (where Alpinestars cut their teeth) and a handful of gigs, have turned Superstring into Manchester’s coolest new band. Their loose-limbed space-pop is a synthetic flipside to the groovy, lo-fi eccentricity of the local Twisted Nerve label, and from the outset their conceptual bent is obvious. Opener ‘John Squire’, for instance, revolves around snippets of ‘Love Spreads’. Like the awkwardly thin ‘A Fine Shambles’, it shouldn’t have got further than the back of a beer mat.

Still, these songs are the exceptions. The Plone-ish ‘Hurtling About In Space’ is beautiful, as is the plangent Moby-like blues of ‘Ain’t Nobody’s Fault’, both complimented by singer Stuart Crozier‘s understated croon.

‘Planck Length’ and forthcoming single ‘The Very Edge’, however, are the twin towers. Blessed with easy-going good vibes, each plaits together icy New Order synths, VU guitars and languid Bunnymen trails. Superstring might not be the finished article yet, but they’re getting closer all the time.