The Best Looking Man In The Pub : Even Freds Happy, the new poets drunk from the post-punk UK

There's a pub somewhere between Hull and Manchester. It's 10:47 pm. There's already three pints in the cornet, and you've just been snooped by the doc Martens chick that you've been watching for half an hour. And there, on stage, four guys go up, shoulder guitar, smile around, and start chanting: "I"m the best looking man in the pub, and I look like hit." Welcome to the world of Even Fred, Happy. Even Fred, a band name like a counter joke First,…