A cathartic triumvirate of punk, rock and rap, Manchester’s Tokeo hail not from the craft beer bars and gleaming tower blocks of the increasingly gentrified city centre, but from the forgotten mill towns several miles north. More specifically, Rochdale. Fittingly, their music is also a far cry from the predictable indie that populates much of said city centre’s venues. Instead, Tokeo harbour an aggressive edge and a bleakness that could only stem from growing up in an area in decline, where the main incomes are government handouts and criminality. Optimism is in short supply and the only hope for the towns’ youth is to get out and stay out. Old curses and old wounds fester. Where the future was once made now only ruins remain. Bleak Moors is the band’s fittingly tit...