“I described you to my friends in Mexico as Apocalyptic desert rock“ “We’re alright with that!” -2008- “It’s a shame you weren’t around before, fella” he said, before taking a gulp of Kopparberg, “you could’ve seen Milburn‘s last ever gig“. “When was this?” I ask to the guy whose name I never quite got. The River Don shines gold in a rare sunny October day. … Continue reading 30 days, 30 bands – #26 Dead Sons
When is a scary film a good scary film? If you look at the state of the industry right now, it seems that studios forgo the magic condiments of “subtlety” and “atmosphere” and go for the cheap jump scares. I don’t mind jump scares, but don’t call a film made up of jump scares a horror film. Continue reading “Dead Sons – The Holler and The Hymns”
Whatever the weather was outside The Bowery on that Saturday, the insides of the joint were nearer the hot and humid locals of downtown Tampico than the chilly and humid haunts of Sheffield. Continue reading “Gig : Dead Sons @ The Bowery”
Greetings, readers! I was kicked out of an artsy fartsy gig the other day. Why? I dunno, but one day I’ll reveal the truth and it will be as massive as Wikileaks, but with more kebabs and less sexual harassing (alleged or not). Why am I not allowed to walk into a venue wearing noodles? I want to wear noodles, you obey, ok? You are insulting my pastafarian beliefs if you chuck me out of your lil’ venue, you bald-headed gorilla!
Phew, sorry, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself. This week’s singles come courtesy of Red House Painters, because they were awesome, yo!
Ah, singles, right:
My friend Seth was outside, having a cigarette and trying to loose himself from a bird tryin’ to chat him up. As much as he looks as a more lascivious version of Zach Galifianakis, he keeps raking them women in. So it goes.
If you weren’t at Tramlines at the Main Stage on Friday at roughly 7.30pm then consider your actions carefully and read with caution; you will kick yourself. Continue reading “Dead Sons @ Tramlines 2012”
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)”
Greetings, readers who know how to fold a burrito properly. Hook a brother up, please? Welcome to another edition of our “off again, off again, hey it’s on again!” single reviews column. Granted, some of them aren’t singles, but I liked them and made my stupid human collaborators review ’em. A huevo que sí.
This week’s singles come courtesy of Pascualo Zindugüarapos, the guy who serves pork kebabs in Broomhill. They be awesome, yo! No, wait, they don’t sell pork kebabs in England. Dammit.
Ah, singles, right:
What? You thought we only were going to do one free mix cd this year? Aw hell naw. We took a cue from The Smashing Pumpkins (the first band to release a free album on the Internet, check it!) and we just neg’ed the cover and got more awesome bands to donate tracks. Since the previous one was based on a Mexican festivity, why not … Continue reading Sloucher Boxing Day Mix CD