John Robb (musician) - Music

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Robb was inspired by the DIY ethic of punk to form Membranes in 1977, the band releasing several albums in the 1980s. The band split up in 1990 with Robb forming Sensurround, releasing two singles in the early 1990s. In 1994 he formed Goldblade, who have released several albums including 2005's Rebel Songs and 2008's 'Mutiny' and single "City Of Christmas Ghosts" featuring Poly Styrene on shared vocals. Goldblade have toured the world a number of times, headlining punk festivals in Russia and America.

The Membranes reformed in 2010 for a critically acclaimed appearance at All Tomorrow's Parties Festival and released a single 'If You Enter The Arena, You Got To Be Prepared To Deal With The Lions' which was the Guardian single of the week.

Goldblade are due to release an album in 2012.

Robb produced several bands, including in the mid-90s two singles by the Leicester three-piece Slinky as well as Therapy? and Cornershop who he also co-managed.

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