If tonight is designed to prove the detractors from all those years ago completely wrong, then without question the mission is complete.
"Pop probably isn’t going to save the world, but it can sure have a great time trying."
Politically charged, with dry wit in spades, Martha are the quintessential Fortuna Pop band.
Black Honey brings the excitement and engagement of an IV drip mixed with pop melodies, swift guitar hooks and nostalgia for a culture which existed before our own.
It’s a tricky task to pin Husky Loops down. One thing’s for sure: they’re not going to be shining any light into their darkness anytime soon.
With brain-melting riffs noodling out at a dizzying rate, many of the audience watch on in bemused astonishment.
As if it needed proving, they are masters of their craft.
Grant Bailey marvels at the wonder of Adam Betts live
Jerkcurb's newly filled-out band play freaky show at Angel's Electrowerkz.
Stand first: The ‘Queen’ of grime delivers a confident, energetic performance with humour, honesty and ingenious wit.
A near seamless masterclass of cohesive performance; colourful, engaging and bursting with energy.
The 22-year old West London MC ensures that the final show in the XOYO trilogy is one to remember, proving why he is currently turning a lot of heads.
Fuckboy-inspired favourite ‘I’m Not Your Girl’ creates a lasting impression of Estrons as a band kicking patriarchy in the nuts (and making some pretty fine melodies whilst doing so).
Time passed quickly as Orchestra Baobab played for nigh on 100 minutes.
Amber Arcades' Annelotte de Graaf's voice is understated yet commanding, meandering through sweet melodies.
Puma for the cagey, twitchy power of singer/head-honcho Jacob Allen. Blue for the feels you get when listening to his sexy falsetto .
Their overdue return to London saw them celebrate the 10th anniversary of their legendary Pink album.
The Brixton Windmill’s speakers may wobble – but they don’t fall down. Thankfully.
Cigarettes After Sex have mastered the art of understatement in an age of overstatement.
More than anything, it is the sincerity of Pope’s enthusiastic brand of poppy guitar music that shines through.
When P Money finally takes the stage, the mosh-pit explodes as he launches into ‘Panasonic’.