Innerspeaker… is a record that’s not just indebted to the late-sixties/early-seventies, but seems to have taken up permanent residency there. This is a long-player (as opposed to an MP3 download) that’s been reared on the records of Zeppelin, Sabbath, Cream, The Doors, Pink Floyd and, well, you get the general idea. There is not one

This isn’t going to be a proper scientific explanation, and it’s allegedly a hot topic amongst egghead boffin-types, but every seven years or so the body kind of replicates itself. What we end up with is a kind of photocopy of ourselves – everything, more or less, is new but the quality is slightly reduced.…

State Social #4 takes place this Wednesday and the night will see Twinkranes take command of the decks for what is sure to be one of the more interesting DJ sets we’ve hosted so far. The past 12 months have been great for the band, which saw the release of their debut album Spektrum Theatre …

‘Style meet Substance. Substance meet…Shit, where did she go? You’ve got to meet her. She’s rad – it takes a while to get to know her but when you do she’s totally awesome, like, real deep, y’know. I know you might not really be into that, Style. You like flashiness and sparkles and shit but…

Bands should evolve. Each album should exhibit a new angle, a progression from the previous one. That is the test of all great bands ever since The Beatles and The Beach Boys competed to trump the other with their latest batch of tunes.
Efterklang have evolved. Their new record certainly progresses from their previous releases.…

Air. Hair. Shirts from A-Wear
Or the French equivalent.
They have nice bass sounds.…
This is an improperly-formed haiku I composed during one of the many keyboard solos that Air performed tonight. It is, initially at least, easy to forget that this is 2010 and the band on stage are a modern pop combo. As

It’s a hot summer’s night in the desert. Fluorescent American Apparel apparel surrounds your eyes. Grown men are playing imaginary bass guitars as they dance. The DJ drops a record by Japan. The crowd lap it up. It’s the syndrums. The deranged synth noises. The bizarre percussion. It’s that kind of night. Sweaty, gyrating bodies. …

Let’s not beat around the bush. I love this record. Not because it’s going to change my life or make me cry or soundtrack a romantic encounter or anything like that. I love this record because it is absurd and ridiculous. Just the fact that it’s an electronic album made by a trumpeter with his…

‘Ridicule is nothing to be scared of…‘. Perhaps this is an obvious statement from a man sporting an Antplaster from cheek to blushered cheek, a man who proudly dances in a bizarre Vogue-like fashion with Diana Dors. But apart from being a great bold lyric, that line is a manifesto for the best

The early ’90s was an era in which a new music genre was created every couple of months by bored journalists, lacking a story. Three bands with some sort of shared audible influences, a -clever’ name for the collective sound and, hey presto, you had yourself a genre. Hence, the likes of Romo, Grebo, New…

Over the last few years, there has been a revival in demeaning, misogynistic hip-hop. The likes of Spank Rock have made a career out of spouting old hackneyed clichés, somehow getting away with it unquestioned, being seen as having their tongues planted within their cheeks. So, here we have Yo Majesty, a two-piece lesbian hip-hop…

The Bug, essentially the alias of Kevin Martin, is firmly rooted in London streets, Brixton soundsystems and the Notting Hill Carnival – a multicultural pick -n’ mix. Alongside the obvious Jamaican dancehall and reggae influences, he also incorporates dubstep, electro and grime. London Zoo is awash with guest collaborators, from Warrior Queen to Tippa Irie,…