EGG RECORDS October 17th 2025
“You choose to be who you are”, sings Holly on ‘Introducing Bullshit’, the opening salvo. The Lovely Eggs have chosen to be rigorously independent and have a devoted following for that. On the second song, ‘The Grind’, they refuse conformity – “I won’t cut my hair off”. And that’s the Eggs summed up. So revered that I’ve seen the neologism ‘Eggpunk’ used to describe another band; the Lancaster couple are nothing but themselves. DIY at heart, they record, release and distribute their music themselves.
Scurrilous, punky, rude, rebellious, psychedelic, profound; their releases wander in theme from meditations on life, community, growth to middle-aged teenager outbursts of anger at the grey forces of boredom. The last album, ‘Eggsistentialism’, was a perfect summation of the themes and the band sound; a bolshy Lancastrian voice, spikey guitar and David’s drums. This delightfully-titled collection of outtakes and B-sides isn’t quite as good but is still way beyond 99% of other bands. Yes, it’s bin juice but I’d drink the Lovely Eggs’ bin juice over twenty other bands’ prosecco.
Who else would sing about imagining meeting their dead dad in the sprechgesang style of a toddler, tweaking my heart strings as I identify with the feeling? Or old toxic relationships, daily frustrations, simple joys or the profundity of simple happiness?
And it is an art-form too. Hand packed in a black plastic bin bag on neon toxic slime green vinyl, this is about the object as well as what’s on the grooves. “They’re kind of a sketchbook of songs,” says David. “They’re not polished or laboured over but we thought it would be interesting to release them”. The songs move between punky bursts, ballads, electro-pop and psych and dreamy thoughts and are never less than good, mostly great, always authentically themselves and knocking all other competitors into the bin.
Ross McGibbon