“No, you aren’t the Sex Pistols, stop acting like this!” – a fellow reviewer on twitter referring to the Violet May’s set at The Foundry. Another band I got into thanks to The Hope Explosion. It was them who got me into The Violet May after a long conversation in the lovely beer garden at the Fat Cat. The stories, the myths, the ferocity. I missed … Continue reading 30 days, 30 bands – #27 The Violet May
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 Tye Die Tapes (my idea.) It tried to be a … Continue reading 30 days, 30 bands – #20 Drenge
Tramlines 2009. The first one. The one where the local music bug bit me. Probably because I stepped on it with all my splendorous overweightness (!). I’d just seen La Folie at the Frog & Parrot and dragged myself uphill, back to Endcliffe Village. Statistics about fungus and micas had to be done. I was still thinking about the previous night, when I managed to squeeze into DQ and … Continue reading 30 days, 30 bands – #16 Bromheads
“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 2009. I had a guest ticket to see Skint & Demoralised at Sheffield … Continue reading 30 Days, 30 Bands – #14 Hey Sholay
There is something fascinating about the angularity of the music by Blood Sport. By all means a band that iterates endlessly like a Sierpinski triangle, Blood Sport are a musical fractal, weaved layer upon layer, collapsing in an orderly fashion. Axe Laid to the Root continues to explore their droning afro-beat experiment, a gestalt entity that thrashes around in controlled bursts of energy that delve in a weird and strange … Continue reading Review: Blood Sport – Axe Laid to the Root
2014 has seen the return of many a thing that seemed dearly departed. Failure came back. Space Rock bands seem to be getting a good amount of love. Molly McGuire is back too. Yes! 18 years after the Ken Andrews’ produced monster Lime, Molly Mcguire release III, a brutal journey through the moors of Space Rock and Hard Rock. Joints might be creaky, there’s a few … Continue reading Review: Molly McGuire – III
Hey, remember that time I was tired beyond belief watching Pompeii in an Austin BBQ joint? No? Maybe for the best, so here’s the executive summary: Pompeii are back and they have an album called Loom out. It’s splendorous. Review done, milk is cancelled, the cat’s gone out, goodbye. No, actually, grab a seat and let me tell you about the beauty inherent to the … Continue reading Review: Pompeii – Loom
Hullo, you wildling watchers of Westfield, this is our always late EP round-up, where we scrounge, scrawl and sweep sweet singular sonic sensations. This is so late you could say it’s the very late EP round-up.
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DID YOU KNOW? U2′s Songs of Innocence will always be in your iTunes, no matter how many workarounds and fixes you try. Like an Eldritch horror, The Ancient Spectacled One will not stop haunting you. Dream well, sleep tight.
Oh, well, sigh, sorry for the delays, we were closing this website but we remembered we left some Jaffa Cakes inside the server (mmm, warm cake-o-biscuits). We promise not to do another one of these ever again. Unless y’all ask nicely. And tells us to lay off the Jaffas. Continue reading “Our last EP round-up! Council Tax Band, Warmhammer, Keel Her, Kings, O’Captain, Le Coq, King Capisce, New Beard, Brave New Storm”
A couple of years ago, I was lucky enough to catch Retribution Gospel Choir at the now defunct The Grapes. Not only were they a fierce live monster, they all were very approachable people. Then I saw Low a year later and lo and behold, the beast behind the drums was on keys. Fast forward to a sampler I downloaded out of pure curiosity from a label called Chaperone Records, which included an Americana tinged band called Actual Wolf which I instantly dug.
30 seconds later, I realise the guy behind Actual Wolf is Eric Pollard, whom I’ve seen in both Retribution Gospel Choir and Low. Thanks to the wonders of social media, I catch up with Eric Pollard in a small apartment in Austin during SXSW 2014 and we talk about life, music and catharsis. Dressed mostly in black, like any modern cowboy should, we talked for a good half an hour.
Here’s the verbose gist: Continue reading “Interview – Actual Wolf”
Hey ho dee ho dee da, followers, I’m Orestes Xistos, I was told that Sloucher doesn’t speak often about popular-popular music, so I drank a fifth of vodka (DARE ME TO DRIVE?) and listened to Katy Perry’s smash it about his break up with Russell Brand. No, not that one. No, not the other one. No, not even that other one. Oh, well, let’s dive into this swan dive of a dive bar song.