Edith is here. Get over it. Move on.
Anderson .Paak’s return to London is a triumphant feat of exhilaration and fun sophistication.
It's all down to the good vibes, Kurt explains, and the Philly native ain't wrong.
We went to see Texan songwriter, Roger Sellers AKA Bayonne, perform at Hackney's Moth Club.
If the eighteen-second and aptly titled ‘Mean’ makes you to question what this noise is yet draws you to listen further, you’re perhaps on the right track.
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.
Hoxton Bar and Kitchen - 29/5/13 Photo by Howard Melnyczuk Back after a successful show at Ja Ja Ja in March, Pascal Pinon have been raising a...
Though it doesn’t sound coherent enough to seem like she’d planned to release the project as a full-length album, as a side-project, it’s given Lucy more space to experiment and she sounds all the freer for it.
Amar Mehta heads to Village Underground to see an incredible set from RAYE.
The angular art-rock of Franz suits the lyrical arch-witticism and theatrical flourishes of the Mael brothers, a genuinely excellent collaboration
Boo Boo is as widescreen and elastic as pop albums get...
Can this album deliver on its promise to ‘answer universal questions with universal truths’ as its promotional guff claims? Perhaps not. But it’s certainly a damn fun ride along the way
The Borderline - 14/6/13 Before Phil Collins betrayed fans of progressive rock everywhere by steering Genesis from makers of 20 minute synth epics to producers...
Out In The Storm is an out-of-body experience - told both retrospectively and introspectively.
Leftfield didn't get the progressive-house rep for nothing, and it's big-bottomed astral bangers like these that will keep this superstar soundsystem in arena-sized sellouts
My Love Is Cool triumphantly offers a different Britishness to the machismo propounded by Blur and The Libertines, aligning itself smartly to the contemporary flair of The xx and PJ Harvey
Inji is a strange but beautiful beast, a glowing journey into a space, bizarre landscape, showing off an eccentric and inventive mind - one seemingly brimming with out-of-the-ordinary ideas
While his tunes may appear shambolic, feisty and disjointed, they’re much more like three-minute masterpieces than mere doodles.
"For all the hype surrounding Death Grips and the artifice they build around themselves, it’s undeniable that they are worthy of the adoration they receive."
Oozing pheromones, Peaking Lights’ acid-laced pop is the perfect endorphin shot for balmy festival afternoons.
There are tambourines and sweet harmonies. There’s a Lemonheads moment on ‘Can I Just Call’, a whole lotta cowbell on ‘She’s A Fantasy’ and slightly fuzzed-up Fannies on ‘Try Not To Hang On So Hard’.