Well, Tramlines 2013 is done and dusted and I’ve reviewed it amply for La Pop Life (a top site from México) and Goldflakepaint (a top site from Bristol). For my own Shithole of a Website (TM), Sloucher, I’ll do a bit of photo caption and then go into an assessment of the bad, the good and the _____. Continue reading “Tramlines 2013 – The good, the bad and the _____”
It’s once more the time where Sheffield throws the house out of the window (i.e. going all out for the win, spare no expense, etc) and assembles some mighty musicians to do their magic for the pleasure of the honourable guest, the audience.
With the cornucopia of bands on display, you could struggle to choose where to start. Fret not! We have been going through the lists, times and received plenty of bribes to bring you this lil’ mix. 20 songs. 20 bands. 5 blocks of 4 bands who go quite well together.
“It might be too early for this” I say to a friend whilst opening a Foster’s Ladler (2% ABV, with lemon) with my keys “but I guess it’s an industry thing.” Continue reading “Review : Live at Leeds 2013”
We love Castrovalva. The sheer madness of their songs, the never ending stream of pounding beats and that vocal approach that screams “Victorian Era mental patient treatment gone wrong”. Their first album was a right kick in the eardrums, the newest one, You are not in hell you are in purgatory my friend not only kicks yer eardrums, but goes to places you didn’t know could be kicked.
Yes, I’m a fan. So I relished this chance to send my silly questions to them and they were courteous enough to answer while on tour with Nine Black Alps: Continue reading “Interview – Castrovalva”
Greetings, people who still think Freddie Hubbard is a legend (he is). Welcome to another edition of our “off again, off again, hey it’s on again!” single reviews column. Yes, the second one of this week. Granted, some of them aren’t singles, but I liked them and made my stupid human collaborators review ’em. Mahalo.
This week’s singles come courtesy of Billy Joel‘s fantastic music and the realisation that him and Michael Keaton look quite similar, especially in the 80s. I’m supercereal, you guys. With bananas, skimmed milk and maraschino cherries.
Ah, singles, right:
We bring you the latest singles we have been ordered to review or we would’ve been shot by a cow armed with a flintlock pistol. So here it goes. At least we got several of our writers to contribute (but then again, we pointed crossbows at them, booyah for old school violence)
These dudes were a nightmare to review. In a good way. With their manic, frantic pace, their care free attitude and a very, very energetic live show (so says one of my collaborators and I believe him), Castrovalva are a unit. One that will be sure you are wide awake. Are they named after that drawing by M.C. Escher? Are they a tribute to a … Continue reading Wake up to… Castrovalva