Durand Jones & The Indications’ debut album is a $452.11 time capsule. As the needle touches red vinyl, Quiff tumbles backwards into glorious nostalgia. Nostalgia for childhood, the strains of Motown and Atlantic rising through the house filling it with joy and yearning and unity. After all, it was about the only thing we could... Continue Reading →
About ten months ago, the Quiff stood in front of a proportionally inadequate stage, usually used for bigger theatre performances, with his notebook and high expectations in tow. The 272-seat university theatre could not be called his venue of choice but was part of last year’s Great Escape in Brighton, a festival that’s grown into... Continue Reading →
Maybe it’s the misty, doleful Scottish breeze; maybe the high density of pedantic, highly talented artists from North of the border; or maybe it’s the weirdly energetic magic that haunts the streets of Glasgow. Whatever it may be: Spinning Coin clearly have their shit together. It’s no surprise that Orange Juice legend Edwyn Collins took... Continue Reading →
Crashing a wedding. Canadian figure skaters. Wartime Espionage. Amateur rapping. Climate change. Life as a Viking single parent. Upstairs amongst the hotchpotch, village-hall glamour of Brighton’s oldest gig venue, The Prince Albert, Canadian indie collective The Burning Hell spin their tall tales with wit, charm and a disarming insouciance. Over the last decade, this band... Continue Reading →
When Adrianne Lenker takes a step closer to the mic – her guitar tightly clasped, her eyes sincerely closed – and starts singing, the room is filled with a tangible glow, a sweet, heady smell of recognition that flows harmoniously from line to line, absorbed by the wonderstruck crowd until every particle of meaning is... Continue Reading →
The guitar, delicate as gossamer, washes over you. The bass sways gently across your bows. Greg Gonzalez’s whispered, smoky falsetto glides into place, a swell of strings rising in the distance. The opening of Cigarettes After Sex’s eponymous debut carries you away. Floating out here in the calm, dark, bottomless waters we spy the beautiful... Continue Reading →
Difficult, uncompromising and brilliant, David Briggs and Neil Young were the contradiction that ruled rock in the 1970’s. After meeting by chance in the late 60’s, they made some 18 records together, spanning more than a quarter of a century and were so productive that we’re still uncovering the great forgotten moments now. The aptly... Continue Reading →
Matt Maltese leans back from the piano his eyes cast to the heavens, and a mischievous, border-line malevolent grin edges across his face. He closes his eyes and lets a loose sigh drift from his body. There is a decadent, deadbeat charm in the way that he moves. A sly humour and quiet self-deprecation in... Continue Reading →
Loyle Carner stands front and centre on the cover of his album, but he is not alone. Family and friends crowd around him on the unkempt lawn, in front of a tenement block. People smile and giggle, nervous with the camera pointed at them. This is a moment repeated a hundred thousand times, same but... Continue Reading →
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