“The Unfortunate Incident!” “Who?” “The Proclaimers with Zac Effron.” “Sorry, I’m lost. Would you happen to have a pouty band instead?” “Who?” indeed. I mean this in a nice way. They had praise from Steve Lamacq. They had a great show at the O2 Academy. They gorged on Krispy Kreme donuts at DQ during Oxjam…
It was 2011 and I was looking at the pitch black darkness of Crookes Road. The blistering wind, howling through the badly insulated window. The old speakers, patched with electrical tape and paperclips, still worked. The song was a weird one, a mantra-like repetition with garbled vocals. It was strangely hypnotic. It was so different to everything…
“And I know it sounds strange // But I don’t know how to change the clocks The clocks // Oh love, I can change…but I don’t know how to change the clocks”- Hey Sholay Between history and the myth, choose the myth. Always. So said Tony Wilson (allegedly) in the lifechanging 24 Hour Party People. This myth goes back to…
For a while, Mexico was a barren wasteland of bands with not a single original thought on their bodies and no drive to push things forward. Thankfully, on or about 2010, the floodgates opened. Bandcamp, Soundcloud, Youtube and Reverbnation were embraced by my fellow Mexicans (not the Mexican’ts) and those who wanted to play…
It’s a cold day in November. One of the side rooms of The Grapes, back when it still had gigs, but not for long. I think it was a week or so before I got on stage with Repo Men. The bitter cold rages outside while I talk to The Monicans. Heather, Paul and Lee were the longest serving incarnation…
12 days in and I think I’ve mentioned this fantastic bunch of ne’er-do-wells at least twice. My usual quip is that they ruined my knees in at least two (2) occasions, but, truth be told, I’d be amazed if they didn’t mess up with anybody else’s knees. You just can’t keep still once they take…
“I’m bored / And I’m not alone“ Attend the tale of those who lived their lives in glorious stereo Dancing like kookaburras, singing in harmony Their skins, pink and white for a while, the fashionably morose For they wailed, ululated and wowed until the bitter end This is what Screaming Maldini were singing and dancing about. A long…
What is it with Folk being intrinsic to the British evergreens, moors, and peaks? Is it the water quality? Is it the splendour of nature? Or is it the mysticism it emanates from the humid moss, the fungi eating away the rocks or the overcast skies? Bad folk can drive you insane. Bland folk is…
Imagine this: it’s Saint Patrick’s day, 2010. The drizzle over Sheffield goes back and forth between a refreshing mist and a full blown rain. Guinness has a white tent by Sheffield City Hall and several bands are playing. Now imagine you’re fed up with environmental research work and you fancy some new music. Do you…
“The life of a Repo Man is always intense.” It was “candy night, y’all” at The Grapes. Well, it wasn’t that name. It was a gig night that the people of Pisco Sour Hour had curated. They always put a good gig in that joint and there was always some kind of decoration theme going for the…
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