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by Thomas Blatchford
The Royal Society Tour. They may have swapped cars for acoustic guitars, but you still wouldn't look at Eighties Matchbox the wrong way in a dark alley.»
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by Thomas Blatchford
Yeah, I know, Gomez. I know some of you are already shuddering at the prospect of a ninety-minute weed-addled bongo-infested schmindie strumathon that screams “we used to be students too!” But you’d be wrong to do so...»
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by Thomas Blatchford
It’s pleasant without forsaking content, it’s joy dressed as melancholy (or vice versa), it’s songs lovingly hand-crafted to show a small voice becoming its own rousing chorus.»
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by Thomas Blatchford
That quiet/loud tactic transformed to a loud/loud one for effect, will convincingly make Reuben your new favourite grunge-pop urchins every time they drop a song like a hot potato. Go get sweaty, kids.»
In Depth by Thomas Blatchford
"If someone’s great in bed then they should really have sex a lot. I’m probably cleverer in my songs than I am in real life so I should write a lot more songs and talk a lot less."
In part one of our Chris T-T interview you'll read of giraffes, Bruce Springsteen and why London is like a dead stuffed taxi... or something...»
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by Thomas Blatchford
Stuffed cats, ironing board covers and sweat dripping from the walls.»
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by Thomas Blatchford
Phoenix are a pleasant band with another pleasant song - and I mean that as a compliment.»
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by Thomas Blatchford
Praise be! The Cambridge alt-country collective tackle Christian rock…and succeed.»
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by Thomas Blatchford
Television Personalities + Kate Bush + Beastie Boys + electric mandolin + megaphones = ROCK'N'ROLL!»
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by Thomas Blatchford
Yeah, I know what you're thinking; you're envisaging a table used to hold coffee on, most probably from Ikea.»
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by Thomas Blatchford
Anybody with even a slight penchant for colourfully shambolic, schizophrenic or purely astounding music will be hooked by Cat Spectacular! before they’ve even scraped their jawbone off of the floor.
(p.s. zero one one zero one zero one zero zero one zero one one zero one...)»
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by Thomas Blatchford
That’ll be the ever-expanding dance/rock crossover in full swing, then.»
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by Thomas Blatchford
The Ikaras try and continue their Colt status. See what we did there? 'Colt' status. You see! With the... oh never mind.»
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by Thomas Blatchford
The unpleasant made pleasant with lovely guitars? Now there's a thought...»
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by Thomas Blatchford
Here come the Dog...refreshing variety, rattling exuberance and a pinch of ramshackle charm to boot.»
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by Thomas Blatchford
'...a lot of their back catalogue has taken on a poignant new meaning – it’s doubtful whether ‘High’, ‘Yesterday Went Too Soon’ et al will ever be heard with dry eyes again.'»
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by Thomas Blatchford
Emo may have been a dirty word since more than a handful of kids knew about it and came to mean rolling about screaming tear-stained diary extracts, but if it does mean passionate, articulate, thoroughly rockin’ tunes about yetis, the Bee Gees and how Roald Dahl novels have sinister political undertones then Million Dead apply completely.»
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by Thomas Blatchford
As alarming as this may sound for a song about a guy hanging himself on a wet weekday, it’s undeniably catchy.»
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by Thomas Blatchford
"Being quite possibly the biggest artist to come out of Southampton since Craig ‘Pencil Beard All Over My Chin’ David, the homecoming venture by Delays comes complete with a capacity crowd, and a ballistic one at that.»
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by Thomas Blatchford
'They've already released a live EP as their second recorded output. But this is probably the first major tour that they'll undergo where getting onstage won't involve having to fight a torrent of chequebooks being waved under their noses...'»