Colin Waterson, former pro ballet dancer, claims it was boredom that drove him to escape Broadway and the chorus of […]
I’ve been sitting on this one for a while, like a fussy critical hen, waiting for it to mature on […]
Lo Slung have sensibly realised that what the world needs is Alabama 3 as an art-school prank, minus the lyrical […]
‘Self-styled man of the people!’ Drums roll in, like encroaching thunder. The accompanying lightning is extremely well aimed. Pete Doherty […]
The Sound of Lo-Fi Superior – a Dogme approach to recording if you will, taking it out of the studio […]
They’re BACK!! The deBretts – only 18 months old, to put some perspective on it – haven’t really been away […]
Now that’s what I like, to quote thinking man’s rabbit, Jive Bunny. I like Monkey Rope, though I’ve struggled to […]
‘Good evening, Selfridges!’ At least Jamie Perrett, bless his cheeky chops, is unfazed by the deeply unusual audience demographic. It […]
‘No one ever drinks this stuff indoors!’ Is there a better distillation (pun not intended, but gratefully employed) of the […]
Andrew Eldritch, is that you? Surely no one but the Sauron of Dark Rock Music could survive in such a […]
Jo is an interesting character, one who spent half her young life striving to be a lead guitar hero and […]
Pop songs for grown-ups, missus? Where I grew up that meant Sade, and life as Peter Pan seemed infinitely more […]
Filthy Pedro is… no, Filthy Pedro is just Filthy Pedro. Mr and Mrs Pedro had their son christened ‘Filthy’ by […]
‘All the songs are from the soul’. Happily, they’re quite good as well. Laila Cohen, aka Lailaland, delivers straight-talking jazzy […]
Sam Kearney has a voice like a cut diamond and a bucketful of sincerity. She’s got a way with harsh, […]
Post-rock? I guess, though the ethos seems to be more ‘what we need is a great big melting pot and […]
Call it a seven-year itch or something. Mira Manga Dulok (or however many ceremonial names she’s collected by now) was […]
Two very contrasting songs; ‘Save Me Sinner’ is built on a rather unimaginative guitar structure. It’s all guitar-shop journeys up […]
CD Warehouse in Wimbledon is closing. Whether due to the market now being cornered by i-downloads of Timberlake’s sexy spleen […]
I was off duty, and still you ravished me. To be exact I was reclining at the Old Queen’s Head […]
And so to Whitechapel, playground of mythic tabloid demons from Jack the Ripper to Pete Doherty. Short-notice openers for this […]
‘The Most Terrifying Thing are deserving of your ears’ drools their press officer, who may or may not be wearing […]
Gulp. This is a thing of heart-stopping beauty, like a lump in the throat giving way to an unexpected tear. […]
‘Sunburn’ is one bad mother of a calling card, with Bob Ross roaring away like Howlin’ Pelle from the Hives […]