no boundaries… the Blacksocks                                                     Guest House & Restaurant

© 2015 -

Socks and drugs ‘n’ rock ‘n’ roll,

Are all my brain and body needs,

Socks and drugs ‘n’ rock ‘n’ roll,

Are very good indeed …





the Blacksocks

Audio Tracks

The 3 tracks playable below were Recorded at Czar Street Studios in Leeds and were The Blacksocks first Studio Recordings. Many thanks to David Whittaker, Jonny Mawson and Mike Jolly for making it happen!

The 3 songs recorded are our own compositions and we hope that our enjoyment in being able to record them in such a friendly yet professional way comes across.

Take Us


Monsters of Pop

All tracks are copyright of The Blacksocks.

If you would like to license any of our original compositions then please Email us using our Communicate page.

This track is set to an original poem by Tony Martin-Woods which can be found below.. Listen as The Blacksocks provide a swirling soundscape. The word from Southern Spain suggests that the poem’s author is quite pleased with the result.


The band’s take on Eurovision, X Factor and manufactured pop in general. A world which contrasts with our organic, do it yourself attitude. Reminder - Bucks Fizz never did a gig in a cowshed!!

The lyrics are inspired by a phrase used by our Catalan founding members. The hookline Manana por la Manana came to mean that something is not going to happen. Well, at least, not any time soon. Why panic? What’s the rush? Manana can last a lifetime ….


In minds that forgot their own code

The truth no one wants to know

The waves of the sea as they go

Take us to the lands with no shame
Take us to the lights that fear nowt
Take us to the fields where it’s love
What birds, and farmers, jointly grow

Talk to the mums with no children
Fight for the flowers with no say
Give to the miners of Mexborough
The justice those Tories took away

Smile to the homeless who is begging
For a night, some soup and the warmth
Of our notes as they burn in the fire
Of his notes, in the bank of England’s stove


Take Us       by Tony Martin-Woods