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Destroyer – London – 28 June 2011

By |July 7th, 2011|Categories: Live Reviews|Tags: , , , , |

How strange to be more than fifteen years into a career and to finally achieve growing, and now glowing, recognition for the music you make. Bands today, the inverse applies, they learn to walk before they can crawl, record a debut they'll never repeat and disappear as if they never existed. Real artists will maintain and nurture their craft regardless of an audience, which more or less, is the story of Dan Bejar. Better known as the wild-card songwriter in Canadian power-pop supergroup The New Pornographers, Bejar's work as Destroyer is like mainlining into Bejar's psyche, which prior to you only got the briefest taste of.

Who The Hell Are… Silk Flowers?

By |March 4th, 2011|Categories: Features, Who the Hell Are|Tags: , , , |

Dial back to the summer of 2010 having spent the afternoon hanging out with electro-be-spectacle Amanda Warner aka MNDR, we get a tweet from her inviting us to come down to Camp Basement in Old Street to watch synth experimentalists Silk Flowers, a Brooklyn three-piece that she’d recently produced an album for. Standing facing each other in a semi-circle surrounded by banks of synths, the band were undoubtedly not of this planet, but one Krautrock based in nature, appearing wholly entranced in their own music which veered from instrumental collages to deadpan delivered pop.

Various Artists – Dark Was The Night

By |February 24th, 2009|Categories: Album Reviews|Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , |

North America's finest show their charitable side with this awe-inspiring collection. Just call it "No Alternative Part 2".

Stephen Malkmus – London – 9 December 2009

By |March 13th, 2010|Categories: Live Reviews|Tags: , , , , |

Stephen Malkmus has been ‘jicking’ for as long now as he was leading the charge in Pavement, releasing as many albums, yet never reaching the same heights. His solo career seemed to be in constant war of expectation over delivery. It's not Pavement. It's not a bunch of twenty-year-olds fighting their generation. But the louche stage prescence, that hazy cynical drawl, the greying hair framing the eyes in a semi-slacker curl, little has changed over the years.

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