When The Catchmen first emerged from the Burnage–Stockport border in the late ’80s, they were part of the same restless northern ferment that would soon define an era. They supported rising names, hosted Oasis at the Boardwalk, and dreamed of making widescreen, orchestral indie long before they had the means to realise it. Life, however, had other plans. Decades on, after BAFTAs, Ivor Novellos, film scores and global productions, Michael Knowles and Ian Livingstone have returned not for nostalgia, but to complete something they began as teenagers.
