SLOTFACE (London Camden Assembly, 25/10/17)

It took an uncharacteristically long time for Slotface to rouse a sedate London audience from its slumber, but by the end even the most undemonstrative scenesters were pumping their fists to the Norwegian pop-punks' effortlessly catchy hooks. Good show, though the lack of "Shave My Head" was baffling.

THE VRYLL SOCIETY (London Hoxton Bar and Kitchen, 23/10/17)

Solid set from the hotly-tipped Liverpudlians, whose sound distils the best elements of 90's British guitar music into something promising, if not entirely original.

DARK ROOMS (London Hoxton Bar and Kitchen, 21/10/17)

A well-received London debut from St Vincent collaborator Daniel Hart, who infuses his Son Lux-esque indie balladry with a heavy dose of R&B. Very much enjoyed the unexpected cover of "Lover's Spit"; not so much the drunken Spaniards kicking off in front of me.

MURRAY LIGHTBURN (London St Pancras Old Church, 20/10/17)

Obviously, Murray Lightburn playing Dears songs with a string quartet in a tiny Medieval church was always going to be special, but what will stay most with me is how Mr Grumpychops became such a charming, effusive raconteur with his band on the other side of the Atlantic. A scrappy, yet delightful evening.

PRIESTS (London Tufnell Park Dome, 18/10/17)

No offense to Priests, but they kind of got blown out of the water by queer Latino rabble-rousers Downtown Boys, whose uncompromising, ferocious punk was a glorious riposte to all those dullards who claim our generation doesn't "do" political music.

ST VINCENT (London Brixton Academy, 17/10/17)

Annie Clark has always had a left-field attitude to live performance, but her Masseduction tour might be her most divisive yet. A visual extravaganza which sees her alone on stage with nothing but a backing track to augment her guitar shreddage, it's fascinating conceptually (is the setup meant to reflect her unwelcome foray into the tabloid spotlight?) but a bit of a drag in reality, especially with Brixton's reliably shit sound. Amazing setlist though.

AUX (London Rich Mix, 15/10/17)

Excellent set from a seven-piece Korean outfit who fuse traditional Korean musical styles with Western rock music; think Jambinai, with a greater scene of theatricality. Enjoyed their take on the traditional Joseon ballad "Hey Jude", plus the organisers provided free fried chicken all night, which should become compulsory at all future cultural events.

ACID MOTHERS TEMPLE (London Tufnell Park Dome, 14/10/17)

My annual dose of uncompromising face-meltage courtesy of Japan's premier psychedelic space wizards. Didn't even realise "disco post-rock" was a conceivable genre until I heard their newest take on "Pink Lady Lemonade"...

GO GO PENGUIN (London Barbican, 11/10/17)



KOYAANISQATSI! Go Go Penguin's jazz-inflected rescoring of Reggio's masterpiece didn't actually include that particular choral intonation (sadly), but nonetheless they delivered a creditable challenge to Glass' peerless soundtrack, especially during the fast-paced city-based sections, which must remain some of the most stunningly edited visuals ever committed to screen.

ERIN MCKEOWN (London Green Note, 10/10/17)

A charming hour of top-tier folk-rock from the assured and self-depreciating Erin McKeown, who definitely deserves to be better known than she actually is.

THE DEARS (London Oslo, 07/10/17) 

Well, it didn't quite match THAT Village Underground show (few things could, to be honest), but there's few bands out there that can touch Murray and Natalia for baroque indie-rock awesomeness. I still kind of wish they'd bring back "Never Destroy Us" though...

SHILPA RAY (London Social, 04/10/17)

A rare, welcome London appearance from the smoky-voiced New Yorker, who seems made to play in poky little jazz clubs where she scream in the face of unwitting audience members.

JEFFREY LEWIS (London Lexington, 03/10/17)

My 14th (!) dose of J-Lew. Great to hear the songs he previewed in January given the full-band treatment, plus you can never have enough CANNIBAL MONKEYS.

MOGWAI (London Maida Vale Studios, 03/10/17)

A lunchtime Big Mac is all well and good, but there's few better midday pick-me-ups that the full force of "Mogwai Fear Satan" from three foot away.

SUSANNE SUNDFOR (London Union Chapel, 02/10/17)

Must admit to being more of a fan of "pop banger Sundfor" than "gothic piano ballad Sundfor", but there's no denying she's one of the songwriting talents of her generation.

NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS (London O2 Arena, 30/09/17)

The O2 remains a terrible venue full of terrible people, but if there was one person who could make that hellhole feel as intimate as a church, it's Nick Cave. Somehow seeming younger and more energised that he did ten years ago, this was the Platonic ideal of an arena gig- indeed, I'd go as far as to say it was one of the best shows of that size I've ever seen. Some highlights:

- Absolutely ferocious renditions of "Higgs Boson Blues" and "Jubilee Street"
- That huge "Into My Arms" sing-along
- The soul-crushing triumvirate of "Girl In Amber"/"I Need You"/"Distant Sky"
- A mid-paced "Red Right Hand" suddenly going full My Bloody Valentine during the noisy bits. Also, the adjusted lyrics concerning "angry little tweets"- wonder who that could refer to?
- "The Mercy Seat" sounding like the Apocalypse
- Nick noticing Bobby Gillespie in the audience, and dragging him on-stage to sing the end of "Push The Sky Away"
 - "Stagger Lee", which was, well, staggering. The stage invasion! Nick prowling around the audience! Ten thousand people shouting "WELL, THOSE WERE THE LAST WORDS THAT THE DEVIL SAID, BECAUSE STAG PUT FOUR HOLES IN HIS MOTHER...FUCKING...HEAD!" You don't get that at a Joanna Newsom show...

THE NATIONAL (London Hammersmith Apollo, 26/09/17)

Sure some people would have enjoyed this a lot more than I did, but there's no way I was ever going to be on board with a setlist that contained three pre-High Violet songs. Impressive visuals, and Matty B was on fantastic form, but this might mark the last time I go out of my way to see them.

LCD SOUNDSYSTEM (London Alexandra Palace, 22/09/17)

Controversial opinion: LCDSS are a far better live act now then they ever were the first time round. They're a hell of a lot tighter, James Murphy is a more confident frontman, and their setlists are perfectly composed- the new songs sound fantastic, that retro mid-section of "Losing My Edge"/"Tribulations"/"Yeah" was just about the most exhilarating twenty minutes of live music I've ever experienced, and the closing double-whammy of "Dance Yrself Clean" and "All My Friends" is simply unimpeachable. Gig of the year? Almost certainly.

SIGUR ROS (London Hammersmith Apollo, 20/09/17)

Sigur Ros' three-piece shows last year left me cold but this really was special- the best rendition of Sæglópor I've heard in yonks, UNTITLED FUCKING 7 (it's taken 11 years and 14 SR gigs for me to witness that) and of course, the uncompromising sensual assault that is Untitled 8. Brilliant.

CLAP YOUR HANDS SAY YEAH! (London Village Underground, 19/09/17)

Not quite as fun as the Electric Ballroom set a couple of years back, but the transformation of Alec Ounsworth from the least charismatic frontman in indie-rock history to confident, compelling performer remains one of the more pleasant developments of my gig-going career.

EX-EASTER ISLAND HEAD (London St John's-on-Bethnal Green, 16/09/17)

Twenty people whacking guitars with xylophone mallets never sounded so good.

THE MAGNETIC FIELDS (London Barbican, 09/09/17-10/09/17)

Stephin Merritt's love of novelty album concepts is well-documented, but "50 Song Memoir" (one song for every year of his life) sees his songwriting take an unusually personal turn. It's fair to say that some songs are stronger than others, but the quirky production (exactly 50 instruments are used, but none in consecutive songs), Merrit's deadpan wit and the virtuosity of his backing band made this two-night spectacular a memorable one.

LUBOMYR MELNYK (London Royal Festival Hall, 09/09/17)

Uncle Lubie's undulating piano soundscapes can be utterly enchanting when he's on form, but my God, does he bang on. Less chat, more "Windmills" dude.

ALVVAYS (London Koko, 08/09/17)

Review: HERE

SPARKS (London Rough Trade East, 08/09/17)

Not going to lie- it's not every day you get to see the Brothers Mael perform "This Town Ain't Big Enough For The Two Of Us" in Rough Trade East. Still a brilliantly eccentric live act almost half-a-century into their career.

SINKANE (London Heaven, 06/09/17)

Ahmed Galleb's Fela Kuti-meets-Curtis Mayfield afro funk was so good at EOTR, I decided to see him in London four days later. No regrets.

END OF THE ROAD FESTIVAL (Larmer Tree Gardens, 31/08/17-03/09/17)

Another year, another fantastic weekend at End of the Road. Highlights:

- Amidou & Mariam and Vaudou Game bringing the afro-funk party on Sunday (including a conga line during the latter)
- Sinkane doing similar on the Saturday
- Bo Ningen's star-jumping, face-melting guitar shreddage
- Tides of Man's midday post-rock onslaught
- A lycra-clad King Khan and the Shrines serenading my insomniac self at 2 in the morning
- Jens Lekman covering THAT Boyz II Men song
- Deerhoof being Deerhoof
- Alvvays's wistful indie-pop
- The Burning Hell's morbid sense of humour
- Starcrawler's ultra-intense, spider-limbed frontlady
- Mac DeMarco's impressive crowdsurf from the Woods Stage to Pond's set in the Big Top
- The chicken and coriander noodles at the catering tent
- Andyloos by the Big Top- the least grim toilets in festivaldom.

JENS LEKMAN (London Koko, 29/08/17)

I've occasionally found every cardigan-wearer's favourite songwriter to straddle a thin line between charming brilliance and intolerable smugness, but this show was a joy from start to finish. The Opposite of the Opposite of Halleujah, indeed.