The Komedia, Brighton 20/05/10 A volcanic ash cloud may have prevented anti-folk supergroup, The Bundles, from coming together in Brighton tonight, but it failed to perturb the exuberant Jeffrey Lewis. In honour of his stranded...
Wolf Parade Live Review The Concorde 2, Brighton 17/05/2010 Montreal bands are cool; it’s a given. Yet Wolf Parade may have damaged their credentials after spending the afternoon on Brighton beach playing a game called ‘rock...
Record shops are never busy; they are the domain of that rare oxymoronic creature, the cool-nerd. Each time the door opens in a record shop, it is an event; music escapes out into the world, a person gets sucked inside. On the...
I went to Teignmouth in Devon on holiday. I visited the pier and here is what I saw.
I’m working for a restaurant magazine this week. Here is an account of what I ate for lunch: Day 1 There is no canteen here. The only place that serves food in walking distance is a gargantuan leisure centre, home to a...
Marlborough Theatre, Brighton Brighton’s Marlborough Theatre is tonight beautifully bedecked with flowers and fairy lights; a fitting locale for Sshh! Promotions and Simple Folk’s line-up of understated, underappreciated...
I came across Yuck just last week and have found myself listening to the same four songs repeatedly ever since. Yuck are a four-piece based in North London who make delicately fuzzed-up shoegaze pop. For such a new band, they...
Best of the Year Blog 2009 Well, it’s 2010. How about it. Arctic winds, bad skin, black ice, hangovers, snow, chapped lips, a pot belly that shows no signs of diminishing, more snow, and it’s only day ten. Now add to that an...
Tommy Emmanuel – Colston Hall, Bristol Saturday December 5th Tommy Emmanuel is a remarkable guitarist, a virtuoso in fact, but more importantly he is a performer. The Australian has been playing guitar since the age of...
The journey lasts twenty-nine and a half steps. I wake. I don’t know if it is night or day. My tongue feels out ulcers and layers of staleness in my parched papyrus mouth. It tastes of, or maybe just is, rotting flesh. I drag...