We talk to Perfume Genius ahead of the release of this fierce new album Too Bright for the cover of our September Issue
While another album has inevitably been recorded in the time it takes to read this review, Manipulator is Segall’s most exhilarating offering in some time
This is a spectacle, savage and hypnotic in equal measure, helmed by one of the most underrated songwriters of recent times.
Pains hurtle through a set list that creaks gloriously under the weight of Days Of Abandon, sending us grinning into the night
Abbott appears ambitious throughout Wysing Forest: impossible to define, yet all the more enthralling for it.
Lee Wakefield Catches up with the awesome Throwing Snow on his debut album and its creation.
Lee Wakefield delves into Pond's definite barmy appeal, talking to multi instumentalist Jay Watson.
Bitterly lovelorn and wickedly haunting, Whelm will chill you to your bones
While alarmingly adept at crafting songs with brutal resonation, How To Dress Well is equally as impressive in the throes of a crisis
TEEN have finally unearthed an offbeat R&B that suits them rather perfectly.
Metronomy are at their most charming, at their most wistfully endearing, when their understated quirks shuffle to centre stage.
I’m not sure you’ll hear a better record all year.
California’s Gardens & Villa, possesses an infectious bounce that is deliriously addictive.
Lee Wakefield chats with Cloud Nothings ahead of their London shows and latest release Here and Nowhere Else
A crowning evening in the capital, in the grandiose surroundings of Alexandra Palace, should ensure 2014 remains theirs, right? Well, not quite.
Despite the show’s somewhat basic structure, it is fair to say that the two-piece champion a chaotic strain of twenty first century punk that is rare.
On a bitter, wind-ravaged evening, it was difficult to tell whether Dutch Uncles had, swept me off my feet, or were I simply suffering from the weather conditions
Rising Stars of 2014: Menace Beaches arsenal of venomous, scuzzy scraps are destined for your heart in 2014
It feels odd to address Mount Kimbie as old timers, but tonight, atop a fiercely impressive lineup, it feels less like a gig, simply an excuse to celebrate.
It glistens beneath a sugary pop coating, but it’s worth so much more than that. It writhes, it spits, it’s alive.
Surfing Strange is a deliciously brash thirty-five minute romp of stinging tales, soaked in swampy riffs and prickly reverb.