Handsome Furs – Face Control
Handsome Furs’ first effort Plague Park, released two years ago, was all too quickly dismissed as a hobby album for Wolf Parade’s Dan Boeckner, the result of a man taking
Handsome Furs’ first effort Plague Park, released two years ago, was all too quickly dismissed as a hobby album for Wolf Parade’s Dan Boeckner, the result of a man taking
Glasgow’s finest four-pack of vaudevillian dandies claim Tonight, Franz Ferdinand, their third album, is an aural journey through a hedonistic night out painting the town orange. From the hushed beginning
The Mighty Stef is something of an anomaly on the current indie-wasteland that is the Irish music scene. His Dublin roots are ever prevalent in his songs’ subject matter, and
There’s nothing like winning an Emmy award for a role in a massively popular sitcom to put an actress in her pigeonhole. The ghost of Phoebe Buffay haunted Lisa Kudrow
When Wintersleep’s Paul Murphy notes that “the interest level has been pretty gradual” in his Nova Scotia band it seems an incongruous statement for any 21st century Canadian widescreen indie
The Coen Brothers return with a comedic spy-thriller plotline involving disgraced CIA analyst Osbourne Cox (John Malkovich), his wife Katie (Tilda Swinton), her lover (George Clooney), two simple gym employees
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
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,
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
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.
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,
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
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
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
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
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
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
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