In a New Delhi living room, five pairs of eyes are locked onto each other. Everything is silent but for the tapping of fingers, but for the whisper of lips as they count a beat. And then they sweep the world off its feet with a muddy, reverberating, sonorous jazz-infused fanfare that sounds as if... Continue Reading →
Two minutes in and the basement spins, the crowd slewing from back to front, people running like a river from the sides to the centre. We are happily trapped within the seething mass of movement, drawn in by the measured chaos unfolding on stage. There are gloriously screamed waves of sound. There is an eternity... Continue Reading →
The second encounter between crowd and band was the perfect shift of scenery and led the Quiff into an obscure, subterranean world, crowded with arty students and middle-aged nostalgists. Their shared thrill of anticipation appeased by Hotel Lux’ raucous, perfectly poised appearance – working class undercuts met navy coats, a German football tricot and a... Continue Reading →
It's Hubby's birthday today and the Quiff just wants to say thanks for the incredible music. Here's one that requires no words.
The glass roof pulls away Shedding the years of accumulated grime and dust To let in the glorious downpour of afternoon sunshine The band pull us back in with nonchalant discord, with unforeseen yelps And we undock, floating away from the grey, grey earth Skewed Quiff saw Bull at the The Dry Dock Leeds for their Live at Leeds side... Continue Reading →
Goners is without any doubt one of the most cohesive records the Quiff has come across in the last year. It is enchantment and tragedy at the same time, a touching dedication with a dystopian edge that shifts between self-reflection and a broader portrayal of global issues. One of the great pleasures of listening to... Continue Reading →