The Thirst
Sail Away
Wooden
It’s difficult to best know how to describe The Thirst. more… “The Thirst”
It’s difficult to best know how to describe The Thirst. more… “The Thirst”
The great escape era Bluresque strings that start ‘Screen Villains’ give way to a vaguely offkey punky vocal. It stokes the embers of The Throwing Muses melodies whilst never quite getting burnt. more… “Crimes of the Future”
Rogue Wave arrive like a party you can’t remember throwing; unexpected but entirely welcome. more… “Rogue Wave”
Pitchfork published an article not too long ago about John Peel. Whilst praising his integrity and passion, they bemoaned the fact that he, or rather his achievements in his lifetime, are approaching a notion of near canonisation in Indie circles. more… “Bearsuit”
Helen Boulding was spawned from the same circuit as KT Tunstall and Newton Faulkner. Not so much the Brit school then as the… no, it’s not quite that bad. more… “Helen Boulding”
This is not the iLiKETRAiNS fare I was expecting (fare? – sorry). My experience with them so far suggested an embrace of post rock, albeit distilled to the sub five minute mark – a quick epic for the road if you will. more… “iLiKETRAiNS”
Similarly, I’m sorry to say, to a number of bands, I keep hearing CDW’s name dropped in the right circles but has thus far failed to investigate further. I approach, therefore, with caution in case it turns into another Young Knives debacle. more… “David Cronenberg’s Wife”
Ireland’s Pocket Promises are fleet of foot. Parading a selection of softly sung Celtic folk songs they manage to be, as sometimes befits the genre, neither glib nor dull. more… “Pocket Promises”
Atlas Sounds is the moniker of Deerhunter frontman Bradford Cox channeling all he couldn’t make work with his day job. The accompanying blurb, for there is always accompanying blurb, turns our mindset to beck and drops and drops in the staple favourite phrase of “bedroom recordings”. more… “Atlas Sounds”
Gimmick, it’s not a good word is it? It makes you think of something flighty and insubstantial. It makes you think of reality shows and preening almost-models jazz swinging up songs from yesteryear.
And THE MAN. IT makes you think of THE MAN. Some evil little macro on an evil little excel spreadsheet somewhere that when you type in the word gimmick yields the result revenue stream. more… “Smoosh”