The Charlies

Not one of my favourite bands but one that I do have a bit of an affinity for.

If ever there was a band that fitted in with the Manchester mantle of tripped out bagginess without being Manchunian, it was The Charlies.

The Only One I Know is a blinding single one of the cherished few that have earned the distinction of you remembering exactly where you were and what you were doing when you first heard them.

Off the top of my head I can think of five others.

Tim Burgess' autobiography promises to be a bit of a cop-out though. Skirting over the stuff we all want to really delve into he seems to have gone for a diluted Sunday supplement themed "the day I met..." effort.

My favourite Charlies album is still their 1992 wig out classic "Between 10th and 11th".

There's one album missing here though, soon to be rectified.