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Mates of State @ Cardigan Arms
Ok. So. Origami. They look kinda like Sleater-Kinney; they sound kinda like Sleater-Kinney but they get straight to the point where Sleater-Kinney dance around the kitchen table and they smirk and joke where Sleater-Kinney are over-intelligent.
The Alabama 3 train of country blues electro rock rolled into town recently and we caught up with them for a brief chat in their dressing room after their gig at the Cockpit...
The Dance To The Radio stable this week wheeled out their latest offering in the form of Voltage Union, and with such stable-mates as Forward Russia and The Pigeon Detectives I was excited and eager to sample the label's latest release.
Band Profile: The Dragon Rapide
avant-rock
Walking on 'stage' (i.e. area defined by monitors, speakers etc) following a spasticated 'Freres Jacques', in their usual display of solidarity, les Flames!
It's just like any other Saturday night. You're having a good ol' laugh with your mates down at the tin.
"The first band will start at 8," shouted the manager of the cockpit. Ah good I thought. 8.10 ... 8.20 ...
The Motorettes @ Joseph's Well
Contending with a sold-out Cockpit playing host to local favourites The Pigeon Detectives, Joseph's Well has done well to find itself a decent crowd tonight.
Once again the well is full. The crowd seems slightly different from usual, there's a definite glitzy glamour and expensive smell about them.
Fifth Goodbye were the first band of the evening's entertainment, and they had to put in a very solid performance to be able to stand up to the following bands, and a solid performance it was.
York, eh? Lovely place, full of historical importance and quaint old streets full of olde shoppes. As for music though, it's probably not the first place you'd look for talent.
What a stupid rule! You're in the venue but to get to the room where the bands will be performing you have to go back outside and round to the other entrance instead of walking ten yards through the doors in front of you, quickly supping off the fresh pint you've just acquired!
I was first introduced to Midlands three piece, The Enemy, during their hastily arranged support of Kasabian at the Refectory last year.
Leeds Music Scene caught up with The Whip as they kick off their UK tour
This Et Al @ Music Box (Manchester)
Manchester, we have a problem. It would seem that people of the modern age have exceedingly low boredom thresholds.
9 Years ago I had the pleasure of seeing Adrian Legg performing in Manchester, a gig which changed my view of the acoustic guitar.
I have to start by saying that this sort of music is not my usual cup of tea, so I was very dubious about going but finally got talked into it, as few mates of mine were going to be performing.
Lightning Bolt @ Brudenell Social Club
The venue is slowly starting to fill when Like a kind of Matador take to the stage. A trio comprising of a guitarist, a drummer and a flutist who then proceed to produce some mighty fine concept rock.
Tupamaros @ Royal Park Cellars
First - an apology to NONE OF THEM KNEW THEY WERE ROBOTS - as I trotted down the steps of The Cellars for this my first "Collective AKA" night, I heard the final chord of their set and saw the singer lie down on the stage.
That Fucking Tank @ Bar 1-20 (Huddersfield)
Tonight, in drizzly Pennine country with sleep in its bleary eyes and grit on its railtracks, we wander into this cornerhouse bar to find a large number of children onstage barely out of Huggies and totting up, I estimate, a grand total of four and a half years of age between them.
Downfall - those long-serving purveyors of rock speak to Andy Roberts on the hiatus surrounding their latest release, perfectionism and The Music...
Miss Black America @ Buff Club (Otley)
Otley, centre of the known universe, is on the case yet again. With a Royal Park Cellars triumph behind them on Wednesday, Miss Black America are all over the NME on Thursday.
Sam Saunders spoke to Chris Helme of the Yards in January 2004...
AntiProduct @ Brudenell Social Club
Sex, Drugs, Profanity, Leaping, Stripping, Heckling, Moshing, Exploding Equipment, Biting the heads off bats...
Bands old and new played to an expectant Warehouse on Sunday, as legendary rock gig 'The Valley' resurrected itself from the ashes.
It all sits a bit on knife-edge this one; I can't be the only one that feels it. The sweet, sweet taste of anticipation impregnates ever fibre of my body and, in empathy with a dog on heat, I pace round the Refec like a chained beast.
In the cavernous grime of the Well, it is forever night time. Forever a luminous green-tinged, stale tobacco-clad dark age.
British Fiction: Twilight's Lost and Dreaming of Modern Peacocks