... 1996 and, while the capital was feeling the first twinges of the Britpop hangover, the Greg’s Southampton felt like “an awkward silence, people waiting for something to happen." And Greg was tired of waiting. Spurred on by the worldly jeer of the jet engines, inspired by ‘The La’s’ and ‘The Holy bible’ and with a bundle of breathy pop pearls under his snakeskin belt – plus a voice that made McAlmont sound like Phil Mitchell – he trawled Southampton’s local indie club Thursdays (now the fresh fruit isle of Europe’s largest supermarket) for fellow rock freaks. Their names were drummer Rowley and bassist Colin Fox and they weren’t difficult to spot. They were the only other people on the dancefloor during ‘Alphabet Street’. Nods were swapped. Small-talk about T-Rex was engaged. And suddenly, Southampton had the crazed acousti-rock revolution it had been gasping for. And it’s name was, um, Corky. “Total Britpop name,” Greg admits, “But we started to kick against it. When we started it was eyeliner and leopardskin flares to get people talking. It was like The La’s without any finesse, played in a Manic’s aggressive style.” ...more...info at: www.angloplugging.co.uk/artist.cfm?artistID=339