It's 1987 and 'Catchphrase' is on the telly, so I look at the guide for the local cinema but all we've got is 'Flashdance', so I listen to the radio and there's Johnny Hates Jazz giving me 'Shattered Dreams'... But what's this I hear? Some kind of Tom Hanks soundalike in 'Radi»
Trundle. That’s the word. There is none of the same quirk as we saw in the psychedelia of the gorgeously bleeping ‘AM 180’ and less of the of the emotion we saw in the heartbroken collection of followups. It's less than what it used to be and yet there appears to be some sort of acceptance about it. »
For starters I have to say what a god awful name. Tennis, I mean please... OK game, but band name? It just doesn't cut the mustard, Love 15 or Deuce would be slightly better. The album title also is a bit of a strange one. 'Laundromat', in itself isn't too bad I guess, but it has absolutely no connection »
You may have heard of them, you may not have. You may think you know them, you probably won’t. Mr Maloke is a mole, and he left his home of Crooklyn to move to Berlin to form the congress of puppetry. Why did Mr Maloke leave Crooklyn though? Did he mean to start a new musical career in Berlin? Ma»
Here’s a situation to ponder. You’ve been told the world will end in just one minute. Do you:
a) Shrug your shoulders and accept it?
b) Scream in disgust that you’ll never see Hollyoaks murderer Toby brought to justice for his crimes against acting?
c) Grab the nearest member of the opposite sex an»
What a great name for Kat Bjelland's (Babes in Toyland) new band. Quite apt considering Kat's divorce a few years ago with the devil himself - Lubricated Goat's guitarist/vocalist Stuart Grey. Katastrophy Wife is basically Kat doing exactly what she has always done, punchy guitar riff»
Those leading lights in that not-really-at-all burgeoning arena of Canadian gay church folk music cast aside their gay-go-go (try saying that in a hurry) masks for a lovely swooning strum. ‘A Miracle’ is three minutes of string-laden melancholia for people with a Morrissey penchant. Thankfully»
Theoretically, the latest Electric Six single ought to qualify as that most vile of things, the over-polished to the point of lifelessness rock song. Every song on the cd walks a tightrope between rock and pop, rough and polished, heavy and slick. They take distorted guitars and polish them up on the production,»
After reading Stu Chown’s interview with Jerry-Built – whilst simultaneously listening to their ‘Upstarts’ EP on my walkman - I was shocked not to find a review of said EP on DiS. Amazing considering they are undoubtedly one of the UK's brightest punk rock hopes - and a DiS fave too! So, after their video»
Uber-cool duo, Mommy and Daddy offer us a New York glitterati-shitting electro-thumper which is so arch, it could wash its feet with its hair. You know the score; faintly-bored sounding intonations by a female vocalist who sounds like she'd rip out your throat and pour a Margarita down the gaping hole. Wha»
I could lead this article telling you the whole history of Shed Seven. I could tell you that this seemingly unimportant britpop footnote of a band have sold close to a million albums in their nine year history. That they were the first "indie" band to break the taboo of appearing on kids telly t»
This is wrong. All wrong. This is not sexy, not particularly fun or clever. “Their music tastes range from Miles Davis to Bowie, Nico to Kraftwerk, Sly And The Family Stone to Black Rebel Motorcycle Club” harps the press release, which doesn’t explain why this sounds like a song the Dimestars would’ve rej»
At best, a film soundtrack can introduce the movie-going audience to great music that they're unlikely to have heard before, or perhaps missed the first time round. Think of the way Pulp Fiction introduced a modern audience to long lost classics like 'Stuck In The Middle With You' by Stealers Wheel»
It may have been pigeonholed as a Mecca for metal, but in truth you’re just as likely to fall over a rack of flashing LEDs than a Les Paul on a Birmingham stage in 2003. The cinematic sheen of Broadcast, the scatter-beats of Magnetophone, taxidermist weirdness from Pram and now the refined elec»
An interesting, and often quite beautiful, record, this. There's in a way too much meat and potatoes here to skate over in a mere review, so I won't try to verbally break it down too much. Clogs play classical compositions that straddle the boundaries with experimental rock, and while 'Lullaby For Sue' of»
Australian Bands Are Shit.
Just like Britain, Oz should have realised that giving shit to people isn’t gonna do them any good. Best sit there, shut up and suck the merry cock of American rock instead.
With that in mind, even a Biffy Clyro fan could complete the equation:
‘Australian Band +»
Tick follows tock follows tick follows tock...
You just wish they would wake up one day and say “let’s explode!”
Or really do something. Or do nothing ever again. But like a space capsule gone astray and drifting further into the milky blackness; fainting, intermittent signals are still being rec»
Boy this is loud! We're only twenty seconds in and already les Flames! are inciting aural anarchy - "We got the rock, we got the roll, we got the sound to get you excited!" and then...whoosh!!! High speed chainsaw buzz guitars and high pitched throat crunching screams combine to produce the most ins»
In 2003, the triumphant return of Massive Attack has been a little less than. The problems of 3D and Daddy G have been well documented, be it external or internal, and it’s a relief to be able to concentrate on more central events with the release of ‘Butterfly Caught’ and another slew of re»
Tonight I've been glued in front of the TV, watching the Eurovistic cringeometer rise to 4,000 (and let's face it, Austria should have won for turning Fred Durst into Antoine De Caunes over a three-minute breakfast cereal commercial). Unlike their football teams, the Italians did fuck all, al»
Cast your mind back to early last year. It seemed that Stockport’s V/Vm Test Records were knocking out unmistakable platters of genius week after week after week. Then, silence. What was wrong? Had the evil MCPS [Mechanical Copyright Protection Society, label fans. Best you don't ask - an editor] caugh»
Such a perfect plan…
They always start off like that. Don’t they. But don’t they also go really wrong soon after? You watch a film and start creaming over the leading lady. You’re already in a band so you think it won’t hurt to write a song about her. You start trying to get in contact with her. Eyebr»
Turin Brakes have an unfortunate image; beloved by the middle tier of society, they can sometimes come across as accountants gone hippy for the weekend. Where songs like ‘Average Man’ should be gracelessly plucked out of the ether, too often it seems that they have been sweated over in a white-hot forge of indi»