Articles by John Joe Worrall
The Horrors are moored somewhere along the Thames and the band’s sometime bassist, sometime keyboard player and all-round Timotei convert Rhys -Spider’ Webb has wandered up on deck to talk to State…. ‘We’re playing a gig on a boat, there’s no mobile reception below deck,’ he explains before ruining his nautical knowledge façade by
‘I never said I was deep, but I am profoundly shallow,’ and so goes one of the many fine lines from Jarvis Branson Cocker on his shockingly well-humoured sophomore solo album. Beginning with a triumvirate of riff-heavy rock tunes – the title track, -Angela’ and -Pilchard’ – even those with a pretty well seasoned hatred…
About a decade ago Edmund Enright sat in the London office of his lawyer and was told the best thing for him to do would be to kill off Mundy. “Tarnished” was how the guy at the other side of the desk described the pseudonym of the Birr native, who had just been dropped by…
Having seemingly dropped out of the sky in the last few months, 202s are Mike Glennon and Steve Melling, a duo who spent the guts of the noughties in regular rock bands but who found themselves drawn more and more towards synths, loops and krautrock as time went on. Two years ago they began recording…
Fittingly for a man with a name worthy of a superhero alter ego, the majority of Dan Deacon’s often brilliant but ultimately frustrating Bromst… has the frenetic energy of Batman kicking seven shades of shit out of hired goons. An energy-sapping experience; when Bromst lets the tempo run a little smoother for a few seconds
‘It’s like, you want a song about givin’ a girl a better life or you want a song about how good her dick suckin’ is?’ It’s a conundrum that has T-Pain thinking today and a question that he feels the general public has to ask themselves.
Upstairs in Tripod’s main dressing room, one of his…
Screw trying to confuse people over the course of an album, the at-times batshit crazy Cork powerhouse Ãine Duffy instead tries to wrong-step listeners around every verse, chorus and curiously meandering guitar line on her debut record. As obsessed with the dramatics of a song as Jack Lukeman was a decade before her, Duffy delves…
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A romance so drawn out that Kiera Knightly would fi t well into the movie version of it; Lisa Hannigan’s methodical path towards a debut album does, however, produce a notably happy ending. Comparisons with the man she played supposed muse to are inevitable but what Hannigan produces is some distance away from the
It’s coming. State knows it’s coming, worried eyes around the crowd know it’s coming, and most importantly those not dressed to handle it know it’s coming.
It’s funny how something as simple as a dirty plate can tip you over the edge. One minute you’re whistling the theme tune to Family Guy, the next you’re daubing yourself in red marker, tying a tea towel around your head and starting every sentence with ‘your move motherfucker’. Or maybe that’s just how I…
The voyeuristic nature of being over 25 and watching teen dramas is not lost on La Rocca. ‘You have to try and not get involved with the stories,’ warns bassist Simon Baillie. ‘Then you don’t get hooked.’ It’s not life on the road that has led to such infatuations though, more the hunt for their…
Midway through Prepare To Be Happy, Owen Brady sings about yet another love affair, admitting how he’d “written a song to string her along, I knew it was wrongâ€.
The year is 2008 so what would we need more than a band whose point of musical reference seems to stop at 1958 – drainpipe trousers, quiffs and all?
