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What’s in a name? Well, certainly quite a lot for Sheffield four-piece The Mardy Bums. Since the quartet formed they’ve been the subject of ridicule, derision, hate mail and even the threat of physical violence, simply for naming themselves after one of their favourite songs. But the lads from the gritty Sheffield suburb of Dore are taking the fuss in their stride. With elements of Hefner , Half Man Half Biscuit, The June Brides and Teenage Fanclub in their sound, The 'Bums put an old style indiepop spin on "New Yorkshire".
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The Mardy Bums were an imaginary band created as a parody/homage (take your pick) to the emergent Sheffield Scene of 2005/2006, as typified by the likes of Arctic Monkeys, Milburn, Little Man Tate and Harrisons. Despite the fact that the band did not exist and were an art project of a satirical/comedic nature, the majority of the music media reacted to the 'band' with derision and scorn, (spectacularly missing the joke.) They also received hate mail & death threats.
"Talent borrows and genius steals. Sadly, only a bunch of shameless chancers do piss-weak pastiches of the current band du jour. You really shouldn’t encourage them. I bet they look good in the dole queue." Sounds XP
"I really hate novelty records. I've got no time whatsoever for this." Faris of The Horrors in Kettle/Blackness shocker.
"I never thought I’d have to write this but Thee SPC has really fucking let itself down. For the last few years they’ve really made a mark in Sheffield by releasing a whole stream of ace and resolutely INDYPENDENT singles and albums by proper bands with proper songs and feelings that they have worked out all by themselves. But now they’ve apparently decided to cash in on the ‘New Yorkshire’ (bleurggh) scene and tried to find their own set of Arctic Monkey alikes to try and get the sort of gullible kids who watch TV and read the shitty music press and BELIEVE it all to part with a bit of dosh in the belief that they’re buying into something new. What makes it worse is that it’s such a fucking shoddy effort. Four lads? Check. (And one of them’s called pissing Tarquin). Sheffield accents? Check (except the moron singing sounds more like he’s from the Wirral). Songs about rowing with your girlfriend? Check. Any bloody good? No." Sandman Magazine
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