Beach Slang's latest is the difficult sophomore: awkward and a little familiar, the choice is made too often to rest on the strengths of previous material
Boo Boo is as widescreen and elastic as pop albums get...
More than just a gig, Ben Frost’s set tonight is an auditory, physical experience; uncompromising and unforgettable.
The album itself serves as a collection of snippets that perfectly accompany 2015's Carrie & Lowell.
The pair have carved out a sort of accidental concept album - songs for post-Skins youth in all their late night, drug-taking, love-making glory
Fans of Daughter will be pleased to hear Ex:Re is packed full of chilling emotion, driven by the haunting brilliance of Tonra's unmistakable vocal and themes of heartache and drunken rants.
The ringleaders of the girl band revolution are three Californian sisters’ called Haim.
Tobacco is back to melt your VHS tapes and morally corrupt your 80s nostalgia with another wave of heat-warped electro, Sweatbox Dynasty infested with glittering earworms
"a perfect slice of pop-punk perfection" We listened to the new Martha album.
In ‘Bitter Rivals’, they've unleashed something straddling the line between brilliantly compelling and practically unlistenable.
'The Dream Is Over' drags out something we can all relate to, and sing along with in anthemic cheer.
As a sign of intent the EP launch showed a lush and synthy future for the band - which fans of musical progression can really look forward to.
Amber Mark’s blossoming and textured sonic tapestries know no bounds; her EP exists distinctly in a world of it’s own making.
A captivating stage presence, delivering her introspective, bittersweet lyrics with vulnerability and sincerity.
Making Sound, Making Space brought a series of talks and workshops to Second Home celebrating the grassroots venues, promoters and collectives keeping London's club scene alive.
Going by the moniker of Yoke Lore, Brooklyn singer-songwriter Adrian Galvin has managed to impress with atmospheric beats and plush vocals on his latest EP.
Ross From Friends has produced a deeply personal first album, less obviously ready for the dancefloor than previous releases.
their live show is more about raw power than their finesse as studio songwriters, as the Brians exchanged shredded riffs and double-time fills to the delight of the sweaty, heaving masses.
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).
Drums hammer, violins sear and guitars melt and forge riffs akin to molten steel.
She has a lightness of touch (ahem) on record that fosters a feeling of intimacy: personal, confessional references wrapped up in comforting analog synths.