FEVER RAY (London Troxy, 20/03/18)
Karin Dreijer may have built a reputation as an unknowable ice-queen, but tonight's show, reflecting her embrace of queer polyamory, is at turns intense, raunchy, dynamic and political- and most of all, a hell of a lot of fun. Plus, that bit where everyone bellowed *that* line from "To The Moon And Back" in unison was hilarious.
A tragic chronicle of OBSESSION, PASSION and INCIPIENT TINNITUS from a man Zach Condon once referred to as a "bum".
Sunday, March 25, 2018
GWENNO (London Rough Trade East, 05/03/18)
What better way to spend St Piran's Day by singing along to a Cornish-language indie-pop ditty about cheese, and the acquisition thereof? Gwenno's melding of traditional Celtic tongues with 21st century synths may sound gimmicky on paper, but it's all pretty "bryntin" as she might say.
What better way to spend St Piran's Day by singing along to a Cornish-language indie-pop ditty about cheese, and the acquisition thereof? Gwenno's melding of traditional Celtic tongues with 21st century synths may sound gimmicky on paper, but it's all pretty "bryntin" as she might say.
AURORA (London Hoxton Hall, 27/02/18)
Thing I love most about Norway's most exciting export is that her elvish eccentricity isn't an act- in between soaring gothic balladry, she holds court about her constantly runny nose, or reveals a vein of unexpectedly dark humour. Of course, her electifying stage presence and stunning talent contributes to the charm somewhat, especially on triumphant set closer "Conqueror".
Thing I love most about Norway's most exciting export is that her elvish eccentricity isn't an act- in between soaring gothic balladry, she holds court about her constantly runny nose, or reveals a vein of unexpectedly dark humour. Of course, her electifying stage presence and stunning talent contributes to the charm somewhat, especially on triumphant set closer "Conqueror".
FRANZ FERDINAND (London Brixton Academy, 24/02/18)
The Mid-Noughties British indie-rock scene is often (and fairly) remembered as the musical equivalent of a Smirnoff Ice, but I still have a lot of time for the angular riffs and synchronised starjumps of Franz Ferdinard, whose first album tracks sound as fresh as they ever did.
The Mid-Noughties British indie-rock scene is often (and fairly) remembered as the musical equivalent of a Smirnoff Ice, but I still have a lot of time for the angular riffs and synchronised starjumps of Franz Ferdinard, whose first album tracks sound as fresh as they ever did.
NERVOUS CONDITIONS (London Old Blue Last, 23/01/18)
For a brief, beautiful moment, Nervous Conditions were the most exciting band in the UK- a seething maelstrom of avant-garde influences exuding wide-eyed menace underpinned with inexorable grooves. Then it turned out their lead singer was a wrong 'un and they (rightly) disbanded. At least we had this show as a testament to what might have been...
For a brief, beautiful moment, Nervous Conditions were the most exciting band in the UK- a seething maelstrom of avant-garde influences exuding wide-eyed menace underpinned with inexorable grooves. Then it turned out their lead singer was a wrong 'un and they (rightly) disbanded. At least we had this show as a testament to what might have been...
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