The Unsigned Stage

A place to check out new blood for the up and coming bands out there, we give them a place here

Intensive Square, by Kirsty Birkett Stubbs

Against the barren rolling landscapes of the sort of dystopian universe that would make you pray for your very own ‘Matrix’ to hide in, Intensive Square stand stark in their quest to deliver the kind of music which would serve well as the state anthem for these apocalyptic nations.

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White Trash Circus, by Kirsty Birkett-Stubbs

As a band toting the name of a Motley Crue song, there are no surprises and certainly no shiny gameshow prizes for guessing that White Trash Circus are as rock as the neckache associated with a night’s headbanging. However, hailing from the somewhat less glam Edinburgh, White Trash Circus are more backroom rock and roll than the gloss of the Crue’s bright-light stage show.

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Day of the Crow, by Kirsty Birkett-Stubbs

I inevitably associate crows with that scene from Hitcock’s ‘The Birds’ when they mass on the climbing frame. And whilst you’re probably safe from any sneaky winged attack, from note one Day of the Crow offer that same suggestion of something about to happen. In this case it’s a heavy barrage of provocative riffs with a streak of bluesy groove….

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Shrapnel, by Kirsty Birkett-Stubbs

The explosion of thrash metal in the 1980s was somewhat akin to that of a dying star – dramatic, far reaching, and complete with the kind of face melting intensity that would prompt many to cower under their dining room tables. However for fans of a certain age, the only way they were going to be present at this frontline barrage is if their mum was raising some hell backstage. Which might go some way to explaining how you got that long flowing ginger hair…?

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Leather Pig, by Kirsty Birkett-Stubbs

Check the list of influences and you’d agree that Leather PiG have no choice but to be awesome. And yet with so many bands failing to live up to the standards that they set themselves, you’d be forgiven for not holding your breath.

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Conquer the Decade, by Kirsty Birkett-Stubbs

Judging a band based on one song is like judging a book by its cover – not a wise move. You make a snap decision, put your money and time on the line, and often wind up more disappointed than a polar bear at Iceland.

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