When you and your mates at Uni start a band, which genre do you attach yourself to, like a lamprey holding for dear life? In a city renowned for quiffs and indie rockers, the possibility of becoming just another Wilkinson-brand #epicbantzsquad is a looming threat. I’m not quite sure how Blood Sport landed face first into the…
As previously mentioned in my Psychic Twin review, anyone saying electronic music can’t pack a punch better check themselves (before they break themselves). Strange Diary was exhibit A. Exhibit B is If you see me, say yes, the debut album by Flock of Dimes. Flock of dimes is, of course, Jenn Wasner, far from the gothic Americana rock of Wye…
I have a weird obsession with 70s country folk. Sometimes it veers into false memories of golden bright days, being driven around Tula, Hidalgo, while the radio blasts America, Fairport Convention, and John Denver. Other times, dashes of Mazzy Star, Whiskeytown, and Uncle Tupelo come up. I can’t quite put my finger on the name…
True story: I was at Bungalows and Bears, on a Saturday night. A lady in a yellow shirt comes to me and asks me about the previous bands that were playing at that Rough Shag night. She then asked about Death Rays of Ardilla. “Who are that band with the weird name? How are they live?” “Uh…they are…
Hear this tale of yore, grasshoppers, and younglings Of ninjas, fighters, and spiritual distortion guides Who jumped into scene one day, as the manatee spoke Three warriors, like peppers, they came up fierce Three songs, a trifecta, through hearts they pierce Cobra vs Man, Cobra vs Heart, Cobra vs Shaaaaark. Pint-sized ninjas who fought a…
I once wrote an article for Vice, talking about the similarities between Mexico City and Sheffield. It was a white label affair, so my name wasn’t there, it was mostly an ad for Jimador Tequila, dashed with anecdotes about sediment sampling in the Don, jokes about burritos (not my idea), and photos of Club60 and…
Damita, caballero, espantajo Lovecraftiano del séptimo velo, androide sintético que ha visto rayos C, es un honor para Sloucher.org recomendarles el Friendstival 2016, organizado y amarrado por una bola de rufianes fufurufos con buen gusto musical. Por sólo $250 pesotes (más cargos Boletia), podrán ver un chulimontón de bandas (okay, veintiún) en los dos escenarios del Foro…
“A very angry wolf…”- Joe Shrewsbury, describing 65daysofstatic‘s sound. In late June 2007, an expensive copy of Rock Sound made it to my grubby paws in the quiet city of Bentonville, Arkansas. It had a free CD and one of the bands there was 65daysofstatic. I thoroughly enjoyed what I heard and I wondered if I…
If you have your ear to the ground to Sheffield’s music scene, you know Tom Baxendale from The Payroll Union, a band he’s been gigging with since 2012. If you paid attention to the darker times of 2013, you might’ve seen him serenading the night away at The Great Gatsby, in the company of David J. Roch and Low Duo, in his previous band, The…
Officially, I heard from Nat Johnson when she was way over Monkey Swallows The Universe. Unofficially, I’ve heard of her just before that Last of The Summer festival I didn’t go to anyways. I remember an editor at Forge Media being a little obsessed with the ‘Sheffield Shanty’ track. I said that ‘Bloodline’ was better. And that’s why I…
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