There’s days when the cognitive dissonance between “fanboy” and “critic” exacerbate the already bloody conflict in the head of a humble servant. Today feels like both sides are out with all guns a-blazin’, as the newest EP by Cats:For:Peru puts me in the difficult position: should I be honest or should I be empathic? Continue reading “Cats:For:Peru – Tender Branson EP”
Tramlines 2012. It was a long experience as somehow I thought I could manage to get as many bands as I could if I did half-sets.
I probably shouldn’t plan gig attendances while surrounded by chemicals in the analytical lab.
In the spirit of inside jokes (I.e. the quest of the perfect name for a label), here’s my caffeine-fuelled review. Continue reading “Review: Tramlines 2012 (the whole weekend)”
This story was written to this tune, Counting Crows’ ‘Sullivan Street’
It was October 1994 and I was walking down that dusty little hill in my high school. I usually walked to the beat of whatever I managed to cram on those TDK 90 audio cassettes, but I was running out of money paying for batteries, so the walkman stayed at home. No worries, my memory is quite good and remembering the lyrics while walking to the tune in my head is always a good exercise in memory.
Sweeney Todd @ Sheffield Lyceum, March 15th 2011.
Synopsys: London, Victorian times. A happy-go-lucky sailor is wide-eyed about being in London, a place like no other. The grimy tired faces of passers-by and the foggy atmosphere do not deter him from his excitement. Then his travel companion, a man they found adrift at sea and saved, joins in, comparing London to a cesspit. His look is world-weary, his eyes reveal a soul broken by life. He utters to the young man:
“Life has been kind to you. You will learn”.
Nat Johnson & The Figureheads – What the heart pours into
The review proper: Exactly what it says on the tin.
Stream – ‘Margot’
The review proper: Louisville’s quartet is angry and will tap your shoulder to let you know this.
Alright the Captain – SNIB
After a buzzing sound, the unleashed anger of Alright the Captain kicks you a few moments on the head. It checks your pulse and then kicks you again. ‘Rostov could get it’ is the sweet jackhammer to your head, a hell of an album opener. But that’s the way SNIB starts. This brand of Math Rock goes for some serious business (tinges of rock and prog here and there, but never deviating from their soul).
The skinny: Dense atmospheres with a banshee wail.
The review proper: Yeah, I like it a lot. So beware, a gushing follows after the jump.