Firstly, this is not Dave Sitek and friends, nor is it a band created around the somewhat considerable talent of aforementioned Sitek, nor is it a five out of five album which every reviewer has felt compelled to lavish upon it. (more…)

It’s grim up North apparently (by default this includes Scotland)….not the North people not from there know about, the REAL North, the places that used to be there….they are still there but out of sight.

That’s why Glasvegas have instantly become a special thing to cherish, Glasvegas are giving people a voice, the lyrics will resonate with every disaffected teenager or older folk dissatisfied with the lot they’ve received, the places they will just about exist in, (more…)

Aren’t unexpected surprises brilliant? Like winning your quid back on a scratch card, or people acknowledging you opening the door for them…one for the London readers there…

The Big Pink are apparently two lifelong friends who have been pottering away in the home studios for years culminating inthis single which reeks of hedonistic pycheadelic vibes. Based on an early Underworld style breakbeat, ‘Too Young to love’ is a relentless monotone groove with My Bloody Valentine or early Boo Radleys fuckked up guitar hystrionics.

Fans of Kasabian could do well to check this out to finally highlight exactly what they’re doing wrong when they stupidly release a new track. Top stuff.

Chris Todd

Being an integral member of classic early 90s dance act 808 state gives you instant legendary status. His latest project be Sisters of Transition . The influence? Electro pop with Morroccon flavoured percussion as played by Human League duetingwith Giorgio Moroder after listening to Simian Mobile Disco.

Manchesstahh is back in the area, then!

Chris Todd

Sonic the hedgehog style bleeps, vocodered vocals, cheesy trance style riffs, a bad guitar solo
and an Ian Duryesque lead vocal…is this a joke or the first post Crystal Castles band therefore also a joke?

This is three and a half minutes of your life you will resent not getting back forever.

Chris Todd

Imagine the worst club you’ve ever been in with the most undesirably rancid of people you’d play with traffic crossing the road to avoid; this would be the soundtrack.
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