The Poppycocks

Welcome to The Poppycocks.

"The Poppycocks trade in gorgeous indie-pop with an edge. Check these guys out, they deserve to be huge." CD Times



".first official release from a band that should really be a summer festival fixture already, with their perfectly crafted little nuggets of sunny joy and wry English humour." The Source



"The Poppycocks arrive onstage to save the day.forging a sound that at once sounds completely original yet reassuringly familiar." Beat Happening



"Quintessentially English 'fop-pop' band The Poppycocks produce three-minute mini-miracles that recall Pulp, The Kinks, The Small Faces and Monochrome Set, but with a little bit more crunch and humour." Jeff Hemmings (Latest 7/ Juice 107.2 FM)



"Classic stuff here. The Poppycocks are best summed up in the following line from their sleeve notes - "it's nonsense, of little value, but without it we'd be lost and nothing". Well said that man." Drowned In Sound



Drift Records are very proud to present The Poppcycocks, check them out in their own words;



MILES POPPYCOCK: He marched the promenade parade, wide-eyed and feverish, and turned towards the sea. He first hummed a low baritone and then a high tenor, as if trying to find its key, scribbling furiously. Then he was on the beach, lost in the sound with his arms flailing.



THE CAPTAIN (strong but softly spoken): The mariner waded in, pulled the half-drowned Poppycock from the dark water, and sat him on deck. Recognising the need for a firm hand and a steely eye, he strapped on his bass guitar and raised his spy-glass, shouting "Engineer! Engineer".



MR PUGH: Mr Pugh surfaced, grinning and waving like a maniac; "They don't make 'em like that anymore! It'd be my pleasure Captain." Then he started pounding away and suddenly it came to life. He danced and weaved to the rhythm of the engine, and they sailed through the harbour gate to the open sea.



WILLIS: The stowaway was found under a sail plucking strings. He soon convinced all that he could give grace and rough edges in equal measure, and then cast a line into the deep water. What a catch! Once fed, the four looked each other over, smiled, and burst into song.



CLANGER: He had been living under the sun for too long, and was easily persuaded to swap places with the stowaway, who yearned for the quietude of the island. His questionable social skills, and an appetite for fine wine and ice cream, made him difficult and messy, but he soon made up for it, and his music shimmered on the water and filled the air.