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Wakefield's favourite sons return with the first single from their yet to be named but soon to be released second album, and they certainly haven't tried to reinvent the wheel in the time they've been away.»
Hidden away behind plumes of cigarette smoke in their tiny dressing room, VV and Hotel (aka The Kills) look slightly uncomfortable. They’re not the only ones. Alison and Jamie, as you’d never dare call them, are reputedly reluctant interviewees. Half an hour and an engaging conversation later, that particular myth is dispelled.»
It’s genius, it’s something for everyone and no-one; so far from straightforward that it’s almost backward. Marvellous!»
So, here it is at last. The Kaiser Chiefs’ debut LP, and whatever the relative merits of their name it’s a bona fide pop classic.»
The Kills are back, and if 2003 debut ‘Keep On Your Mean Side’ was a barren sounding album, their new LP is positively spartan.»
With a worryingly Feeder-esque intro, Roddy and the boys announce their return to the singles market with something of a reinvention.»
Hailed as “probably the best guitarist of his generation” by none other than Edwyn Collins, Little Barrie frontman Barrie Cadogan (see what they did there?) has a lot to live up to.»
On paper, the aural cocktail of The Coral and Junior Senior is an unholy one. On record, it proves palatable enough without knocking anyone’s socks off.»
You can’t accuse The Domes of Silence of being un-ambitious. Apparently aiming to fuse the ‘smoothness’ of Neil Diamond with the Stooges, classifying this debut is almost as difficult as imagining why anybody would want to inflict such a combination on an unsuspecting public in the first place.»
This London three-piece have a singer called Barrie. And, so rumour has it, he’s not the tallest of fellows.»
With undoubtedly the best name of any band ever, the Kaiser Chiefs open tonight’s proceedings playing to a somewhat meagre audience. This is surely due to poor organisation rather than a lack of interest; with the doors opening less than thirty minutes before the Chiefs begin their Britpop blitzkrieg you get the distinct feeling that many have been left out in the cold.»
You’ve got to wonder about those Kings Of Leon. And if you don’t, leave it to the tabloid music press. We had it all the first time around, didn’t we? Band or PR exercise? Brothers or actors? Musicians or gigolos?»
Following the delightful over-exuberance of The Sound Explosion, five Swedes clad in striking red attire bound onto the makeshift stage in the smaller of the Leadmill’s two rooms.»
