Review: Parastatic at The Sebright Arms

Parasta­t­ic played at The Sebright Arms, an East Lon­don venue which is one of my top ‘most wel­com­ing’ pubs in Lon­don. The Tyne­side out­fit Parasta­t­ic came to my atten­tion via Radio 6 Music, when I just hap­pened to catch the tail-end of a track which deliv­ered an utter­ly euphor­ic gui­tar riff. I felt a ‘here’s a new addic­tion’ moment com­ing on.…

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Focus on Manchester: LoneLady at Rough Trade mini gig; Shirley Baker photography retrospective

On first hear­ing that jagged, frac­tured gui­tar intro to Intu­ition, I was trans­port­ed back to the days of the late 70s band Gang of Four, my for­mer uni­ver­si­ty col­leagues. Indeed Julie Ann Camp­bell, aka LoneLa­dy, is a bit of a fan­girl for the group, and for that era of spiky, spare post-punk. More recent­ly her per­for­mance at Oslo, Hack­ney, saw her supporting…

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Goodbye Bedroom Hour: when bands split up

I’m still shift­ing from one emo­tion to anoth­er as time pass­es and the real­i­ty of their dis­band­ing sinks in. Dis­be­lief at first, and sor­row over a band who seemed on the face of it to be mak­ing strides musically

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Review: War On Drugs in Brixton, haunting and dreamy

It’s The War on Drugs’ sec­ond and final per­for­mance at 02 Acad­e­my Brix­ton. The venue is freez­ing cold and audi­ence mem­bers are swathed in coats and gloves. After an impres­sive set by New York trio Amen Dunes, The War on Drugs take their place on the stage, Adam Gran­duciel’s per­son­al front-of-stage ter­ri­to­ry delin­eat­ed by a Turk­ish rug. Under the Pres­sure from Lost…

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Review: SHHH quiet music festival in Hampstead

As far as fes­ti­vals are con­cerned, win­ter is the new sum­mer.  Take SHHH Qui­et music fes­ti­val organ­ised by The Local.TV and visu­al artist Luke Drozd – a musi­cal feast last­ing from noon to near­ly mid­night, in a cosy church in north Lon­don. SHHH is now in it’s 8th year, with much involve­ment from music pro­mot­er and…

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Mark Lanegan at 02 Shepherd’s Bush Empire: invisible in the gloom

With each album and with each col­lab­o­ra­tion, Mark Lane­gan’s star ascends anoth­er notch into the fir­ma­ment. He’s a man with an impec­ca­ble rock back­sto­ry, Amer­i­can bad boy incar­nate, equal­ly at home as a char­ac­ter from Butcher’s Cross­ing to Twin Peaks; his is a world seen from the wrong side of the tracks. His voice is raspy, capa­ble of wistfulness…

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