Crosses To Bear: Having the intense intimacy of their music exposed has already resulted in the loss of a member.
Crosses To Bear: Having the intense intimacy of their music exposed has already resulted in the loss of a member.
Ancient Lights: We live in dark times, but there’s hope for us yet, according to the Sheffield songwriter.
My Prerogative Socrates: The Swedish/American rapper is destined to put herself on the map in a big way, when’s she ready.
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If Archie Bronson Outfit had a bigger tour bus, Joe Gideon & The Shark wouldn’t exist. There was once a band called Bikini Atoll – a quartet. The Archies wanted Bikini Atoll as their support band, but only had space for two on their bus, so singing guitarist Joe Gideon and his sister Viva joined the [...]

Label them psych rock, or dub metal, or afro punk, but if there’s one thing you can’t call Johannesburg’s BLK JKS, it’s artless. And people need to already move on from thinking their recent Brandon Curtis-produced debut EP, ‘Mystery’, sounds like a South African version of TV On The Radio. They’re also not the ‘next [...]

Suzanne and Jimmy from London’s white noise up-and-comers Trailer Trash Tracys are sat at a bar table nursing two half-full glasses. This is their first ever interview – “an exclusive,” Suzanne says, who’s using her lunch break from her job in a nearby Carnaby Street store to make the band’s media debut. Jimmy’s not currently [...]
“You can have what you want,” Papercuts’ Jason Quever sings on the title track of his third album. Only what he means is, you can’t. “You grow up hearing that you can have whatever you want, but there are so few people who are actually at peace,” the San Franciscan explains over his morning coffee. [...]
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Jack Peñate’s debut 2007’s Matinée was the gurning face of the skiffle-pop holocaust, an album as wide of the mark as its author was wide of visage.