In Depth by emily moore
As part of our 10-week “DiS is 10!” celebration, we’ve asked 50 of our favourite people to tell us about one of their favourite albums of the past 10 years. Here, DiS contributor Emily Moore shares her choice...»
In Depth by emily moore
On paper, Bowerbirds may be one of the most perfect twee-as-folk bands around. But beneath the surface of their new album are visions of darkness»
In Depth by emily moore
DiS has sneaked a listen to one of autumn's most anticipated albums - here's our reaction to TV On The Radio's third, Dear Science»
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Gravel-voiced Texan Micah P Hinson has seen his share of tragedy, and on his third LP, … And The Red Empire Orchestra, sorrow and apprehension seem to dog him still»
In Depth by emily moore
Hugely acclaimed indie-folk threesome The Wave Pictures stick out like sore thumbs on 08's Camden Crawl, where DiS meet them for a chat»
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by emily moore
Some people, in their professional lives, would be content with producing the definitive visual record of one of the 20th century’s most iconic bands»
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by emily moore
You’d imagine getting kicked out of your home to be fairly miserable. But trust Merz to pen a darkly romantic album that could soundtrack the tragic yet uplifting tale of an eviction as directed by Wim Wenders»
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by emily moore
At the last of their Tuesday night sets, The Wave Pictures open triumphantly and proceed in a tight and focused manner, albeit while grinning like kids at a birthday party with pure, infectious joy»
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by emily moore
What better venue for an “all-day festival of quiet music” than the Luminaire? Famous are its painted notices to (I paraphrase) shut the fuck up or fuck the fuck off; equally famous is its ruthless enforcement»
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by emily moore
By the time The Mae Shi come on, it’s late and half the crowd has melted away. More’s the shame because the Los Angelenos are awesome, energetic and intent on making a lot of noise»
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by emily moore
Headliner Simple Kid gets nul points. No apologies, fans who sung along to a set you clearly adored. Somehow, between Slow Club and ‘SK’, the audience morphs into a mass of bottle-blonde office temps and their boyfriends»