MARILYN MANSON promised us champagne and caviar, but now he’s only capable of delivering cola and crisps.
MARILYN MANSON promised us champagne and caviar, but now he’s only capable of delivering cola and crisps.
The new Yeah Yeah Yeahs album is a lightning bolt of disco bop. It’s a triumph, unless you love the Zinner, hate the synth.
Whether wunderkid rapper Asher Roth likes or hates his debut single is already academic: it’s made him a sensation in the US.
The most cult of all rappers is called DOOM now, not MF Doom, and despite his reputation, he does sometimes let that mask slip.
Clang and The Stool Pigeon are joining forces.
It’s finished, it’s printed, we’re on the road doing deliveries at the moment.
Get out and grab a copy right now.
Pigeon writer Cyrus Shahrad is also in Smoke Feathers, who are headlining a gig for Gaza on March 21 at The Luminaire, north London.
Tonnes of gems floating about at the moment. Here are five sweet peaches…
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. (…)

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. (…)

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. (…)
“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. (…)

Labels. There’s a weird mix of caustic self-deprecation and wounded pride among the six members of Glasgow’s Camera Obscura, and one begins to suppose much of it has to do with labels. (…)

Ever wondered why the sea’s salty? It’s because the octopus is getting naughty. So says Prince Zimboo on his brilliant signature track, ‘To The Rescue’. (…)
Seattle’s Holy Ghost Revival not finding much enlightenment in London, a city too keen on keeping a ghoul head

For many musicians the art of crafting a song is all about telling a story or evoking an emotion, but for Juana Molina it’s all about chasing an image and describing it in sound. (…)
In retrospect we should have seen it coming.
Coming out of a shithole like Perth, Scotland in the early eighties might have depleted your chances of worldwide success.
A Brighton duo (he on drums, her on geetar) who temporarily looked like they might have potential or, at the very least, ambition.
A typical story: one of a bazillion identical indie bands fluke it with their debut, sell well, hire the fancy producer and go for the big radio sheen with album two
There was a time when it was definitely ‘No Scrubs’ for Clinic, but now it’s very much ‘What’s up, doc?’
At live shows it’s Crystal Castles’ singer Alice Glass who holds the attention with screeched vocals and incessant bouncing around, but generally it’s machines man Ethan Kath who calls the shots
Skits from films and TV shows, A Tribe Called Quest-like jazzy productions cooked up DJ Real and that easy, round rhyming style…
A talented songwriter who largely escapes being po-faced because he has a strong voice and always something to say.