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The Falling Floors are a group of musicians in and around Manchester. When they record, it's usually just one or two of them. When they play live there are usually four or five of them. One time there was seven or eight of them, but that still wasn't enough. They mostly listen to music recorded in the 1960's, and therefore make experimental pop records. When they play live there is more 'experimental' than 'pop'. They've recorded two or three albums worth of material but haven't released any of it yet because they are broke and releasing records costs way more than recording them does. Most of them used to be in a group called Horse Hair who released a couple of records. The Falling Floors want to put out records soon.
"If this had been 1965 instead of 2008 then The Falling Floors would be the kind of band that would have surely had rabid record executives salivating in the wings of their every gig, ready-made contracts rolled up in their sweaty hands. Within a matter of months this Manchester band would have been sitting pretty in the Top 10 alongside now legendary names like The Beatles, The Kinks and Ken Dodd. But as it happens, of course it's 43 years later and the brilliant "If You Say ‘No'" must be content (for now) to shine prettily on an obscure Indie music mix-tape. But go and listen close enough and you might just be able to hear behind the "ooh-la-la's" and the gobsmackingly great tune, the sound of young girls sobbing and the pitter patter of saliva at the edge of the stage." - Daydream Generation
"...which led nicely in to one of my favourite peformances ever from The Falling Floors. A 15 minute instrumental garage psyche happening. We couldn't get the sitar mic-ed up which was a huge bummer, but the organ and the bleeding hands of the tamborine player made up for it - and when they suddenly launched into the 13th Floor Elevators (NOT THE WHO! oops ph) my balls froze. Immence." - Pirate Radio