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Killing Stars

When The Light First Fell

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Boy Meets Girl AgainListen To Sample / Loving Arms / Pussyfoot / ObituaryListen To Sample / Looks At The Moon /
1969Listen To Sample / Sometimes When I Sleep / High Tide / In A City HaloListen To Sample / Give Me Some /
I'm On Fire / I Know YouListen To Sample / Nothinghead



The Lord of the House of Pomona, he say:

"Proper songs. Well-constructed, clever (but not smug) and emotionally charged. A few folks will mumble that the sound is 'a bit 1980s' but The Strokes is a bit 1979, so we're one step ahead in the bullshit clock that ticks somewhere in the head of the taste-makers (yep, they really call them that - yuk). Martin Connor, the main Killing Star, is a pop God."


It's a family affair. It worked for the Glass Family, stalwarts of many a JD Salinger tale. Until, that is, they went slowly mad and their megalomania proved congenitally resistant to medication and therapy.

Killing Stars are Martin Connor, his sister Mary (bass) and blood-brothers-to-the-world Higgs (guitar) and Miles Moss on drums. Except they're not any more: Martin is a solo performer, in a group.

Killing Stars, about four years ago, used to be The Love Gods, and like a screwed-up, unwashed version of The Partridge Family, they toured the UK with their take on dark pop. Their two EPs were lauded to the celestial majesty by the music press, "The Love Gods leave me uneasy, half way between sheer, unadulterated joy and that weird, mixed up sensation: did I leave the cooker on? Will the house get burned down? To hell, I,m suckered in, puckered up, to all this melodic beatitude. Bugger the house, tomorrow can wait" Melody Maker RIP).

On the verge of signing to A Big Major, The Love Gods went defunct on the world. Their manager, Happy John, had seen enough of the beast that is the music industry and returned to Ireland (where the band's family roots lie) to paint planes at Shannon Airport for a living. Wise move. Martin wandered off into the wilderness and came back as a doctor of philosophy. In fact, so clever is this man and so pulsating his brain, his dissertation (all 130,000 words) is, as we speak, the subject of a bidding war between several publishing houses. Weird. 

Anyway, onwards to the here and now. Martin is back in love with his guitar, and has penned a new set of tunes at his base in Whalley Range, Manchester (where else?); home of the poets and dreamers and wastrels of the world. He's reworked some Love Gods standards, added occasional non-poncey cellos and piano; gone punk when it suited, and, basically, delivered a stunning set of intelligent (ah, remember that?) songs covering the eternal themes drugs dependency, bereavement, state oppression, and some. If Obituary doesn't,t bring a tear to your eyes or Loving Arms make you dream of your first crush, please check your pulse.

So, celebrities beware, the counterculture is coming. Death to fame. Turn on, tune in, write up. Killing Stars it is then. A timely antidote to our celebrity-drenched culture. And, let,s face it, Killing Stars is a better name than the Martin Connor Band or the Non-Partridge Family.











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