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[a]Union Kid[/a] should be first in line when the inevitable grunge revival comes.
You have to admire the do-it-yourself ethic behind it all, though. Rather than wait for record companies to find them, the Braintree trio started their own label, 1970, and even booked their own gigs, preferring to get on with things themselves rather than pay someone else. If nothing else, it proves their dedication to the cause, their belief that every song should have at least one guitar solo, and that grunge never died.
Er, except it did. Though this fits the standard blueprint perfectly (rasping, weary vocals, arm-aching drumming, lots of guitars. All the time), it is remarkable mainly because Union Kid still believe this might be relevant. Tracks like '3% Seattle' and 'Fort Disney' might snarl in all the right places and career at breakneck speed through the choruses - such as they are - but they're simply years too late.
Still, the way this fickle thing we call the music industry goes, Union Kid should be first in line when the inevitable grunge revival comes. Nothing like forward planning.
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