A mist rolls in across the sea, billowing and thickening around the jagged spines of off-shore rock. Two men, hunched into a crevice on the largest of these rocky outcrops, are smoking roll-up cigarettes. The bluish hue of the...
She grimaces, coquettishly, as she lies down. My bed is smaller than those in prison, the mattress thinner. Yet I have coaxed this sophisticated woman into it. I put on Dylan’s Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowland and actually suggest...
Warpaint Interview by Tom Spooner Originally published in Spindle Magazine I swear bands used to make their debut records more quickly. All it took was 24 hours in someone’s shed with nothing more than that heady mix of cheap...
Born Ruffians Live Review Audio, Brighton 23 November 2010 Tonight’s Born Ruffian gig begins in surreal Spinal Tap fashion: an over-enthusiastic smoke machine pumping out Laser Quest levels of fake fog, the band making several...
Micah P Hinson Live Review Komedia, Brighton 8th November Entering the dark world of Micah P Hinson on a cold November night with the rain teeming down and the winter blues lurking in every shadow, it’s understandable if you...
Yann Tiersen Gig Review Concorde 2, Brighton 5th November 2010 After achieving cinematic grandiosity across numerous inventive compositions, Yann Tiersen has more than earned the right to rock out on latest effort Dust Lane. But...
Yuck with support from Fanzine The Hope, Brighton, 6th October It must be hard being Yuck – your fuzzy guitar pop is right on trend, you’ve slogged it out touring with everyone from Teenage Fanclub to Modest Mouse...
She had only bought the pig because the stain wouldn’t come out of the carpet. It was a bad stain, an ugly stain, and, in all truth, she was struggling to live with it. When anyone walked into the room, whether a man who had...
There is a cave. It is in a wood. One day a young boy went to the woods. He spotted a shiny penny in the undergrowth. He bent down, thrusting his hand eagerly into the leaves and twigs. It felt wet. It was wet. Wet from the urine...
Gary: It’s still moving, Jimmy. Jimmy: It’s not an it. Gary: Well, I don’t know its sex so I can’t say, ‘She’s still moving, she’s about to die’ Jimmy: You could just say what it is, ‘The crow is twitching...