Whilst other artists may pay homage to their heroes in an altogether literal sense by pillaging their song book and hoping no-one notices/cares or by cutting their hair into unfortunate bowl shapes and speaking in impenetrable ridiculous riddles, some manage to walk the delicate tight rope of influence but retain some kind of originality.…

“And now I’d like to start this evening with some poetry”…if there was any phrase that could strike fear into the hearts of the young, stupid and drunk, it was that, the second one being…”Here’s a piece I wrote about my girlfriend’s abortion…” What a blissful way to start the first night of your…

“Was that the time I played ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper’ for about twenty minutes, no? Oh yeah I think that was in Australia”…
Bradford Cox is in a reflective mood tonight, perhaps it’s the culmination of a never-ending touring schedule coupled with the ingestion of some ‘refreshments’ that’s leaving him suffering from de-ja-venue…

Last seen speeding through the chrome and glitter Delorean inspired world of Neon Neon, Ms. Le Bon has packed up her silver suitcase hung up her moon boots and headed back to her roots. Anyone expecting an album of Roland drum machine influenced rejects will be sorely disappointed, the only whiff of eighties pomp…

Prolific and prodigious is there anything the profusely talented Bradford Cox can’t do? What with his day job in swoon-inducing noise merchants Deerhunter and his continuous array of cover versions, instrumentals and scraps of new work that comprise his ever popular blog and this, his second solo outing under the Atlas Sound moniker, he…

Oh Tiësto! Isn’t it tiresome? Don’t you just get sick of staring into the black swampy mess of whatever non-descript hangar you turn up to before pressing the shiny play button…watching the tangling lump of sweaty limbed gurgling, gurning masses. A tragic pile-up of backward haircuts, dribbley faced youths chomping through their glow-sticks ,…

The second offering from L.A. caps lock worriers HEALTH sets about proving that the boys can sit still long enough to write something that lasts beyond the one minute mark and manage to keep things interesting and perhaps even shake off the feeling that they are just an attention deficient, Yellow Pack version of…

Vincent Frank wants to be a pop star. Not your boring old cyber-star either, no Vincent Frank wants to be a vintage, gold plated, Smash Hits centrefold posing, Top of the Pops performing, scream inducing POP! star of the frothiest order. Anyone unfortunate enough to witness the bizarre ad for his debut album would…

There’s something about girl-bands. No, not your scary modern shiny-legged, big haired pop behemoths a-la Girls Aloud or Sugababes but rather the ones that can not only make you float away in a puddle of your own drool but the ones that posses voices that spread goose bumps and have that quaint snappy sass,…

Listening to Black Moth Super Rainbow is like being trapped in a confusing Japanese cartoon. One minute you’re floating through the glittery air on a swirling marshmallow cloud before descending into a nightmarish forest only to end up being eaten by a tree…
If 2007’s warped Dandelion Gum taught us anything it’s that these…

During the final triumphant moments of ‘A Design For Life’ James Dean Bradfield eyes the squashed assembled masses of rugby shirts and feather boas and implores them to ‘learn from us, use your past to make something for your future, don’t let your past destroy you, now go out and dance and have fun’……

As Bradford Cox and co. trip onto the stage with barely a few cocked glances and a smattering of hesitant applause, the audience seem more anxious than the band, unsure of which Deerhunter they are going to get.
The Deerhunter live experience is a chaotic and schizophrenic mix, striving to meld the two sides…

This really shouldn’t work. The music of Ariel Pink is designed for back bedrooms the stuff of creepily familiar dark fantasy, the disconnected voice of putrefied innocence amongst a decaying Castle Greyskull and a fungus filled Rainbow Brite pencil case. He should have his fingers firmly stuck on the play/record button somewhere not wrapped…

Au Revoir Simone are the living, musical embodiment of a Sofia Coppolla movie. They are the soft focus, peachy toned, sun–streaked swirling sound of gentle, fresh melancholy. They are the gorgeous bittersweet buzz of the most spellbinding episode of unrequited love. They are the warmth and comfort of a friend’s shoulder to rest on…