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Creeper: "We want to be the next Marilyn Manson"

Armed with a bold and beautiful debut album and their cult army ever growing, the only limit to Creeper’s rise is their own imagination

On a dark, cold, wet January evening in north London, the mourners are gathered. As they enter the building where tonight’s funeral takes place, a sombre man in a suit hands them an order of service and offers his commiserations for their loss. He is standing next to a wreath, as an organ plays quietly in the background. But where there should be a casket and an altar, there is a drum kit and a set of amps on a stage. This is no ordinary memorial – it’s another uniquely brilliant event in the quickly evolving cult of Creeper.

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