There’s something deliciously underdog-like about Sky Larkin. The Leeds three-piece are the Jackie’s Army of the English music scene. They’ve unfairly had to labour through some landfill indie comparisons to
Two teenagers, both newcomers to London, forge an unlikely friendship over the course of a hot summer. Tomo (Thomas Turgoose) is a runaway from Nottingham; Marek (Piotr Jagiello) lives in
Conor O’Brien, the lynchpin of Dublin’s most hotly-tipped musical act for 2009, Villagers, bears a jarring resemblance to Nebraskan angst-folk outfit Bright Eyes’ singer Conor Oberst: all choppy black hair,
Rachel Unthank and the Winterset have been challenging people’s impression of folk music ever since their debut album, Cruel Sister, won Mojo Magazine’s Folk Album of the Year in 2005.
There’s nothing more annoying than a latecomer to the party. They show up at half two, twisted, and drink all your Lidl wine, eat all your non-perishables, make the jokes
NYC hipsters have flocked around Lauren Flax’s debut single like grannies around a Michael Guiney’s January Sale. A melodic house track with all the addictivity of a Gui Boratto jam,
This writer once almost found himself lynched and hung from Whelan’s ceiling for remarking that Andrew Bird’s previous album Armchair Apocrypha reminded him a little of the Frames. To that
In Scott Crary’s 2004 documentary of New York City’s 1980’s no-wave scene he depicted the majority of the noughties new wave of ‘experimental’ bands plying their arty wares in the
Let The Right One In is more than a vampire flick. It’s more than a horror movie. It’s a love story, as beautiful as it is violent and full of
Finally an affordable, mass-marketable time machine has hit the shop shelves, courtesy of NYC clunky-names The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart (henceforth referred to, for better or worse, as
Let’s start with a little story. Last month I was flicking through the vinyl racks of a Wexford Street record shop, wearing a 1985 Born In The U.S.A. Tour t-shirt
You expect some level of awkwardness from a man whose first album is titled Wavves with two Vs, and its follow-up Wavvves with three Vs (and only a right messer
We can’t seem to get enough of ICP around these parts. Maybe it is down to our love of all things Guinness, or maybe its just the self-assured, catchy as
Hands up who knows Fever Ray. Hands? Anyone? Well, let me ask that question in about a month’s time, I reckon the reaction will be somewhat more enthusiastic. Fever Ray
Since the beginning of time people have been obsessed with celebrity. Even the ancient Greeks lauded their Olympic heroes by carving their images on wine flasks and urns that people
Back in the olden days, before the digital miracle and the gilded purr of the Celtic Tiger there was the humble zine. A zine was a very simple thing, usually
Cardiff-born indie brats Innercity Pirates are a perfect pint of pop. Having struck some black gold with their track ‘Dedication’ picked to soundtrack the ubiquitous Guinness fridge-magnet advert, the band
When an album is dubbed “one of the finest American records of our generation” by an influential and widely read music monthly two months before its release it carries with
