Brighton's most famous Cramps-aspiring ghouls The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster have been forced to cancel their show at Mansfield's Mill venue on Friday 4th July due to "a sudden bout of illness" amongst certain band members. The show was originally planned to coincide with The Mill's firs»
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Quirky voices, off-kilter guitars, oh so cleverly referenced lyrics – all sound familiar? Right. Err, wrong, see it’s not Mark E Smith and the latest Fall line-up, although I’m sure this Welsh trio won’t have any complaints being likened to such an incongruous institution as the Mancunian anti-hierar»
It’s not very often that something comes along, immediately grabs you by the ears and literally DEMANDS your attention, particularly when that “something” has crossed the Atlantic and admits to being influenced by quintessentially English artists – y’see when the Yanks get it wrong, they seem to be t»
When Robin Hood (allegedly) took on the Sheriff of Nottingham and the County's aristocracy some 700+ years ago, he probably wouldn't have bargained for 2000 people singing "Don't give me love, I want none of that stuff cos it's your MONEY I'M AFTER BABY!". Likewise, when Miles Hun»
What would be your ideal soundtrack for the summer? Mine would probably include the obvious suncharmers like the Beach Boys' 'Good Vibrations' and Groove Armada's 'At The River' spiced with the blissful comedown of My Bloody Valentine's 'Soon' and Spacemen 3's 'Rollercoaster', »
The story of Pete Best seems to have been repeated ad infinitum since 1963, and I'm sure the likes of Glen Matlock, Keith Levine, Andy Couzens, Siobhan Donaghy and Stephen Duffy have their own stories to tell about how they were unceremoniously dumped prior to their former bandmates' ascent to megastardom. Joh»
Mull Historical Society, Hope of the States, The Polyphonic Spree at Rock City, Nottingham, Wed 02 Jul
It's amazing what a bit of television coverage over the Glastonbury weekend can do. Just over six months ago, the Polyphonic Spree played here to little over 200 aghast spectators, yet a few features in the daily press later and every man and his dog appears to be sporting ridiculously oversize»
A geeky Mancunian by the name of Steven Morrissey once said “Stop me if you’ve heard this one before…”, and while I’m in no way insinuating that Leeds-based four piece Fulc sound anything like the undisputed champions of 1980s indiedom, there are several moments on ‘Biting Insomnia’ where de»
The word "change" is supposed to synonymous with the word "improvement", so in that case how come the term "Indie Pop" has moved from being a description of sensitive, gentile yet left of centre songwriting to implying everything that's wrong with modern culture, namely lads in designer clothes thr»
BRITISH SEA POWER are one of those bands who seem to have sprung up on the blindside, virtually unnoticed by the governors at IPC yet revered by an increasing number of adoring fans who have thrown their Stereophonics t-shirts in the bin, choosing instead to don military gear just like their heroes»
So it's another hot summer night in June and Toby's still at large while Steph lies on her death bed and Sissy's packing her case to leave the Elstree wendy house for one last time and... ...Donna, the one who got sacked by Elastica for shooting up too many times finally »
Thank God for unpredictability! At a time when 99% of the demos I get to hear sound like bad copies of the Manics or The Strokes, or worse still, Nirvana wannabees, it makes a change to hear something that musically sounds like Ginger Wildheart fronting Menswear! I kid you»
Before I mention anything about this song, let's get one thing straight - country and western music can NEVER, EVER be considered cool by anyone under the age of 60 (unless of course you had the misfortune to be born in Burnley or some other redneck outpost). There are probably a thousand and one reasons why, but»
Sir Winston Churchill once said “We will fight them on the beaches…”, which in a parallel universe where Mansfield is a seaside town, could have some bearing on the air of antagonism seeping through the streets of this nondescript outpost.
Except of course, that dear old Winnie pro»
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»
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»
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»
Prejudice is a dirty word, and an even more difficult trait to overcome, so when you're entrusted to listen to an album that's splattered with the words "garage" and "punk" it can prove to be a thankless task hearing the finished product in its entirity without becoming entrapped in a sense of deja-vu»
Summer's here kids, and with it comes the sound of a wasp being shredded by a Kenwood Chef, its eyeballs scraped out by a cocktail stick followed by its wings until it's a piece of fluff waiting to reside in your navel. "Give me one chance? Please?" But this can't happen, oh irritating black and yell»
There's nothing worse than having your hopes built up only for them to plunge from a great height in a matter of minutes. When you see a name like The Revs you tend to expect them to sport mohicans and studded leather jackets and have names like Jerry Attrick and play the most visceral churning buzz»
Kerbang, Kerbang, Pow! Pow! Pow! Ker-langggggg!! That can only be one thing, right? The sound of Satan Presley serenading the Waltons accompanied by the emancipated grandchildren of Duane Eddy twanging away in the background. “Your head’s too big but your mind’s too small” scream»
You can probably count on the fingers of one hand the number of interesting and worthwhile bands that weren’t influenced by the Buzzcocks. Sadly the only time anyone mentions their name these days is by association with a BBC2 comedy gameshow. Not that television appearances will ever be a worry for»
If Catholics love Jesus and Muslims praise Allah, where does that leave those who worship at the shrine of Belle and Sebastian? In here tonight, for a guess… Because this is what the first Bowlie Weekender felt like. Obscure classics by the likes of Denim and the BMX Bandits drif»
"Mud slide for a joyride, drop my pants before I look around / drop rocks on my sunblock…tough search for a good rhyme". If only Lee, Duncan and the other two had met Pillow Talk twelve months ago then 'Fly By' might have been one of the most intentionally comical moments in pop»
Tired of the Strokes? Bored of Oasis? Fed up to the back teeth with Linkin Park?
May I suggest you carry on reading because Nottingham based four piece Sufferkiss may just be the antidote you’re looking for. Formed on Valentine’s Day 2001, Sufferkiss have rapidly attr»
Fortunately, the days when the words 'Australia's' and 'music scene' were linked together in the same sentence by the names Angry Anderson and Rolf Harris are well and truly behind us, and whether or not you like the Vines and Jet, no one can argue that for the time being»
I hope I'm wrong but the signs look ominous.
Having been dropped by their record label and then seeing bass player Paul Douglas depart a matter of just a few weeks later, most cynics would be sounding the death knell for Six By Seven.
Add to that the fact that the merchandise stall is awash with»