Some people would take being described as an ‘acquired taste’ as an insult. Grimy Manchester three piece Cargo Cult are probably don’t fall into that category.Filling up the lower order on underattended gigs around the city, the trio make what could, at best, be described as a racket, ignoring aesthetic in favour of feedback, heavy bass and raw, dirty graft. It’s not pretty, but it was probably never meant to be – they’re the kind of chancers that would take effort and energy over intricacy every time.
Their Myspace page reflects this kind of laissez faire attitude to their own music, with a cover of Fang’s ‘The money will roll right in’ being the closest thing you could compare to a recognisable song. That’s not to say there aren’t interesting moments, but even with the samples of French GCSE revision tapes, it feels more like the band have recorded a jam session rather than made any attempt to capture their best bits. It’s a massive underselling of a band who, in the flesh, can genuinely be one of the bright lights on the city’s many undercard slots. Perhaps one day they’ll make the effort – until then, you’ll have to try and catch them live to see whether their gritty, dirty jams are to your own tastes.
Cargo Cult – Oh my, my.