It is fitting that the release of Moondog coincides with the 25th anniversary of the birth of BritPop. The Wiltshire three-piece owes much to the movement – there are the familiar 60s harmonies, guitar solos and organ all...
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How to Dress Well Live Review – Thekla, Bristol 19 May 2013 When I was a kid I listened to Michael Jackson a lot. I loved his music and the way he sang. One of my favourite songs back then was ‘Dirty Diana’. I...
Sunday 21st April When I first heard Matthew E White’s Big Inner I got over-excited. It had been a while since I’d heard a man whisper so sweetly over such seriously soulful grooves. I listened to it some more and the hooks...
Nottingham band and Spoonster Spouts Ones to Watch FISTS have finally released details of their long awaited and much anticipated debut album. The LP entitled Phantasm will be released on July 8th through the brilliant Hello...
Alec Ounsworth is the lead singer with Clap Your Hands Say Yeah! Sadly, his band have been slipping deeper into mediocrity since the fascinating sonic experience of 2007’s Some Loud Thunder. Given the brilliance of the...
Jai Paul Album Review In a world of quick fixes, overnight sensations and near instant gratification, it’s been a rare pleasure to have been drip fed Jai Paul’s fascinating fractured funk. That is until now, because...
I hate silence. It scares me and makes me restless. I find it uncomfortable to be alone with my thoughts, not because of the nature of my thoughts, but because they bounce around like electrons, busy, without direction, endlessly...
Back in the Autumn of 2011, I went to a gig in one of Beijing’s historic Hutongs. It was a remarkable gig for many reasons and I don’t know why it took me so long to revisit the notes I wrote that night. Here are...
Yoofs Yoofs stand around in packs, lurk in urban shadows with hoodies pulled down over their eyes, thinking about shanking. They smoke hydro so strong it makes your toes curl and use words that you’ll never...
Kanda Bongo Man Live Review – Tunnels, Bristol I am ill. Indulging a slight tendency for the dramatic, I would even say I can hear a death rattle in my chest. The Bristol wind, keen with moisture, cuts right through me. My...