peterwhite has written the following articles:
Paramore, the Tennessee five piece fronted by Hayley Williams, are a fantastically confusing live proposition; a crate of contradictions that sees them lurch from sounding like New Jersey punks Lifetime one moment to Miley Cyrus' Hannah Montana the next.»
Rolo Tomassi went to Austin, Texas and absolutely slayed SXSW. They made noise, made people dance and made people cry. We gathered a gang to drive them across the desert and to score them beer and make sure that they ate enough BBQ. In return, they told us all about their five SXSW musical highlights...»
In tribute to one of the UK's most influential labels, Fear & Records' Peter White says: "Fierce Panda is essentially the reason why people like me think it is a good idea to continue to release records on seven inch vinyl." Here, Peter shares a selection of his favourite tracks and some forgotten gems from the label's 15 year history.»
Two years on from Hunter S. Thompson's death, DiS's Peter White looks back at the party, and offers a beginner's guide to the ol' dope fiend's scribbles and thoughts... »
Victory At Sea’s sixth record, All Your Things Are Gone, is a sinking, beautiful mess of lonesome vocals, a gang gathering of lo-fi Albini tearing charm and dastardly female Tom Waits-isms. »
From the Canadian lupine star scene or Omaha’s folk casio crooners, community is bringing together like minded sensitive souls to create the best possible trouble. DiS asks how/why/where and when...»
There's a US indie attack and Headlights are doing their best to shoegaze it properly.»
New York City is the booth at which the indie rock touring alliance come to sell their soul; the apex of golden opportunity in a cruel musical world of rejection and support slots.
DiS looks at some of the hottest and most spine chilling nYc bands and future exports.»
Nanna was a Braid boy; part of the punk rocking past that is currently responsible for much myspace mirror clenching and the proliferation of all stop/start angular algorithms...»
Blood Brother side project that sounds like it should have been produced by Frank Zappa is released via Dim Mak Records. Dang!»
Minneapolis indie rockers Hockey Night are coming to the UK in November to make some mad Malkmus meets Led Zep noise.»
New York City is a tunnel of thieves and vagabonds; a nauseous tale of debauchery told through the medium of billboard advertising and raucous taverns. The smell of angst signals the desperation of the locals to ransack, purge and rape any hint of cultural improvement. But once the rock star hipsters become easy to spot, the day-to-day challenge of reporting the truth at the CMJ music festival can begin.»
DiS has taken exclusive pics, not seen anywhere else, of the canon that will blow Hunter S. Thompson's ashes out of a cannon in Woody Creek, Colorado on Saturday 20th August.»
You remember when Shellac wrote their waner bros. album? It’s like that. With a gritty northern wit and big gushing rock chunk choruses. Orchestral without violins.»
Tremendous Mike found The Darkness. Then he found Do Me Bad Things. This will be even bigger. Hit it.»
PSB is still the most important collection of songs you will pick up at your nearest merch table (even if your nearest merch table is online plug smalltownamerica.co.uk plug). Innit.»
Screw the anticipation; Courtney is back on the stereo and she stole your converse sweating boyfriend and made him realise who was queen. DiS gets some sort of world exclusive review and we're not even going to boast about it. Why would we, when we're simply overshadowed by Courtney herself?»
This is THE most important unsigned/underground CD compilation of the year. It's called Public Service Broadcast No.1. Explore.»
RECORD OF THE WEEK! Punk rock is a noble sport and FfaF are its tooth slaying, media starlets. Burn them young and they will blossom into rock monsters capable of saving the sinking ship of AOL Time Warner. If only so they can bankroll the post-CD:UK revolution.»
Stop the screaming. It’s getting out of control. The scary man in the leotard is shouting at my friends on CD:UK. He’s calling those Radio One listeners cunts (see: ‘Get Your Hands Off My Woman’ – make note to contact content programmer). Fleet Street called and wondered if Lowestoft was the ‘new’ place t»
Those crazy fools have been pestering me to pass judgement on Metallica. Yes. The mighty ‘Tallica. Bit strange I thought. They’ve met me. Know what I’m like. Bit like a confused deerhunter on the prowl for some Wild Turkey and a bag of overused superlatives. Oh well. Must be venting their rage at the machine, m»
‘…Burn, Piano Island, Burn’ deserves to be flushed into every corner of our nation’s pop sensibility. Now. It warrants the destruction of every single describable notion that you may have for a record produced by the big mister I am, Ross Robinson. It is still screaming at me and I haven’t listened to it in days»
So it all ended in tears of blood and broken dreams? Of course. But it mattered. It caused change. It was a life affirming feeling for degeneration. Kurt Cobain was a hero amongst losers. An icon defied by his own iconoclasm. And now we are witness to the milking of the cash cow, the extorting of a once belliger»
Inspiration for the unadulterated. Rock anomalies covered equally in pop sweetness and Slayer t-shirts. And when you cease to amaze yourself, you start to amaze others, Funeral for a Friend are that awkward feeling you get when you know you should share your last breath but instead keep it for yourself. Zealots »
'Baby Can You Dig the Light', the opening track off 'Since We’ve Become Translucent', is over 8 minutes long. Mark Arm, frontman of those responsible, says it’s inspired by a 12 part BBC series about the journey of man. One is not sure to take him at his word, such is his demeanor. DiS hopes he’s n»
"Dude I didn’t realise you liked the Darkness?" "Yeah man they rock! I even bought the t-shirt. Sweet innit." Blow your Spinal Tap comparisons out the blocked fire exit, lock up your Dazed and Confused reading daughters and burn your press blurbs because The Darkness are the answer to all our »
‘I Believe In A Thing Called Love’. ‘God Gave Rock N Roll To You’. ‘Sweet Child O’ Mine’. ’On With The Show’. You see the link? Well kick down the door and shove firecrackers up my arse cos The Darkness have officially made the most pompous, rawk baiting, kiddie scaring, Freddie Mercury smoking, declaratio»
It’s horrifying in here. You can feel the sweat dripping off the walls, good enough to scare a few small children with. The cider tastes like acid, good job I’m standing in the corner, I wouldn’t want those crazy animals to find me. The terror is apparent, like bulls waiting for the slaughter, with only mohicans and st»
