Search for room on fire performed on Thursday, 8th January 2009.
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Finally one of the most eagerly awaited albums is here, but have The Strokes returned with a modern day classic, or will "Room on Fire" leave fans asking 'Is this it?' Hyped for months by the music press, The Strokes' latest offering sounds aurally much like their last album, just with a few more ideas thrown in.
The Hazey Janes: Fire In The Sky
Between their two October appearances in Leeds, The Hazey Janes release as a download single the song 'Fire in the Sky' plucked from their album Hotel Radio.
This Et Al kick start the weekend with a wall of noise that pulses through you like an adrenaline shot.
It's nights like this that show what's great about the Leeds music scene. As I'm walking to the Well it pisses it down.
Foo Fighters @ Leeds Festival 2005
Sunday started like any other day. Apart from this Sunday I happened to wake up in a field with 30 odd thousand other bear soaked, bleary eyed, unwashed, desperate bladder controlling festival revellers.
Band Profile: The Escape Route
punk rock
Volcanoes hail from the new Leeds (Sheffield). The four piece have a stripped back indie blues sound that although not devoid of influences, has a pretty strong personality of its own.
Another respected underground American punk band have popped into Leeds to take advantage of the Well's grand acoustics and atmosphere.
The first-floor room at Milo's is, under normal circumstances, easily missed. You may have passed it en route to the facilities, but normally you'd be loafing around downstairs thinking that the (admittedly consistent) bar soundtrack was about as much aural stimulus as you'd require for an evening's drinking-cum-socializing.
Do you ever find yourself boasting to chums about the time you saw some bloated stadium-fillers back in the day when they were bottom of the bill at Joseph's Well?
Stuttering, swaggering tones with a touch of denim and a hint of suede. If the laidback coolness of the persistent cropped chords belonging to 'The Shining' don't get you, playing the 'Guess The Next Lyric' game will.
Christmas cheer in Hyde Park as the Brudenell Social Club receives a £10,000 lottery award
The future of the Brudenell Social Club in Hyde Park looks safer this week after an application for £10,000 of lottery money was successful - the grant will be paid on Christmas Day.
A prolific indie band and a back-to-basics set from a folk-rock band interspersed with poems sung by a rather quirky young man to backing tracks on an iPod were always going to make for an extremely odd gig experience.
Neils Children take the stage and fire into their opening number. Alarm bells start ringing immediately.
Tom Waits: Real Gone (sampler)
Tom Waits is a damn legend. It's that easy, the actor/musician/genius has always been producing work which provokes and stretches from every chord, this been no acception.
Narco are the start of a riot. Machine gun fire pings round my room and I duck for cover before the dirty grinding bass line of 'Hey You' kicks in like an exploding atom bomb on repeat.
I like a place where the beer is cold and my feet stick to the floor. The Cockpit, my own little microcosm of punk, rock and roll and all that is indie.
They hail from Wakefield. A lady I thank you and 3 Gentlemen folk. Spangly bittersweet guitar melodies been the sound that the masses may or may not sway along to.
I will admit on first listening of this CD I was a bit underwhelmed. It sounded a bit too samey, nothing original.
As the stereo gobbles up its latest shiny donut of musical nourishment, I have to stop it mid-bite to check I've put the right CD in - the resemblance of Protein Shake's opening riff to the chorus of 'Fire' by the Jimi Hendrix Experience is uncanny.
Standing around the Cockpit, waiting for my interview slot, I got chatting with the drummer from The Humour, who were getting ready to soundcheck.
From Autumn To Ashes @ Cockpit
Mixed bills can (sometimes) be amazing. Other times however, they can kill any atmosphere that there may have been for any of the bands individually.
The Strokes: First Impressions Of Earth
Everyone knows how the rules of rock and roll go, especially those concerning albums and what happens when the first one you release becomes an instant classic.
I'm not sure whether it would be sensible to say anything negative about Yes Boss. If the lyrics are to be believed then the wrong side of Noah is clearly not the place to be.
The Delamores @ Escobar (Wakefield)
Firstly it must be made clear that at 2am this morning I was still to be found amateur mountaineering/forest-fire-avoiding after a party in a remote wood somewhere out towards Huddersfield and so my mental capacity is not at its best for remembering all of the events which unfolded at tonight's Louder Than Bombs session.
The Chapman Family @ HiFi Club
A small crowd have assembled in the plush surroundings of the Hifi club to see what this month's New Slang has to offer.
The Butterfly @ Brudenell Social Club
The Engine Room is made of metal this evening as the most entertaining DIY night in Leeds introduces us to three bands that are as heavy as led - The Butterfly, Mishkin and the wonderfully titled White Boys for No.10 Down Syndrome Street (more usually known as (the slightly more offensive) White Boys For Gay Jesus).
Stateless @ Brudenell Social Club
It is about 8.15 when the Worriedaboutsatan boys set up in front of the Brudenell stage. There is a small crowd of people gathered to watch Gav and Tom as they begin to create strange noises scattered with heavy cut up beats and slow swarming chords.
"The first band will start at 8," shouted the manager of the cockpit. Ah good I thought. 8.10 ... 8.20 ...
I thought Leeds was all about indie rock n roll and skinny white boys with guitars?? NO! Of course it's not you silly boy.
With a top ten single and a top ten album to their name in recent weeks, it is of no surprise that tonight's gig is sold out with the standard touts outside asking for any spare tickets.
Tonight's gig at the increasingly popular Rocket venue again showed the diversity of talent playing in Leeds at present.
I missed the first couple of songs by Low's support act, My Latest Novel, due to a half hour frantic search for my ticket.
Dillinger Escape Plan @ Cockpit
As the freezing weather continues, still the devotees come out in droves for what was rumored to be DEP's last ever UK tour.
Local showcases are always unpredictable and without pretense thus making them top reviewing candy. Occasionally rousing, sadly more than often easily forgettable and very very rarely awe-inspiring.
Bad Beat Revue @ Joseph's Well
Let's get this over with. Western Suburbs have a female drummer. She's hot. Men stare, under the pretence they are watching the singer of course, but you can see their eyes wander slightly toward the back of the stage.
Having reviewed his other album, I feel a bit apprehensive as to what Munkie's done with himself since.
To say this was a popular night would be somewhat of an understatement. We were packed and packed in proper...
Pretty Girls Make Graves @ Joseph's Well
This a belated review, for the simple fact I have been away in Edinburgh, breathing in clean Lothian air and sampling many types of whiskey since Tuesday, and amidst my general binging found no time to write the piece coherently.
"Welcome to your new job/ hope you have a wonderful first day" goes one of the lines in 'First Day', the riotous major label debut single from Sunderland's The Futureheads.
Foley (2) @ Royal Park Cellars
My first trip of 2004 into the deep dark depths of the Royal Park Cellars. It's often dirty rock you find emanating from the cellars but this evening it's an altogether more mellow collection of bands.
How healthy/unhealthy must British music and the Leeds scene be right now if Boy Kill Boy can barely half fill the Cockpit second room?
It's a harsh reviewer who criticises a charity album, you look like a complete git if you say anything honest that might be damaging to sales.
So it's my first time back at the Well since that whole unfortunate 'incident' when The Stills overran by about six hours or something.
The A.M. @ Fez Club (Sheffield)
If you have never been to, or played the Fez Club, I would recommend that you go. Nice staff, a friendly atmosphere 'Moroccan' / middle east décor and silken sheets for the bands to hide behind and call their dressing room.
Damien Rice is already on stage as I enter the hall and I later discover I have missed support act Carrie Tree.
Monday nights are always strange nights for gigs. It's kind of like an extension of the weekend, but with the knowledge that it's Tuesday the next day and still a full week of work ahead.
Deja vu. Deja vu from the exact same time last year. Stuck in the same pokey Cockpit auxiliary room with an altogether comatose audience but nevertheless an incendiary performance from one of British rocks most talented outfits.
It was a brisk night, a cold night, a night that flirted with rain and hail showers. The Clue Machine - part bionic, part cybernetic, frivolously journalistic - suckled upon a cigarette in his car, digesting his prior investigation of the venue.
Where Darren Poyzer appears, unusual things happen and people enjoy themselves. Over the weekend of 20-22 August, he even had to forego his own birthday gig back in his Glossop-Manchester-Oldham homeland because he'd been such a success at the 'Arts for Life' Edinburgh Festival that they wanted more.
Various Artists: Full Charge: High Voltage Sounds Compilation
What with all the exciting musical happenings occurring in our own backyard at the moment, we folk of West Yorkshire could be accused of having become ever so slightly introspective when it comes to seeking out our sonic thrills these days.
Marilyn Manson @ Leeds Festival 2005
Before we delve into those cavernous vodka-marinaded archives of Leeds Festival 2005, I'll quickly make a short, sweet statement of truth.
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.
This review is really rather late, for which I apologise profusely. If I may, I shall explain how I came to be so rubbish at time-keeping, life-maintenance and being able to do stuff in general.
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.
The Sunshine Underground @ Faversham
Maybe it was the prospect of seven hundred ("Seven hundred??!") people squishing like marinaded sardines into the Faversham with such proximity that all sorts of potentially frisky things could happen; maybe it was the atmospheric buzz zipping about visibly like an electric-blue bolt of lightning over an array of extravagantly-varied haircuts; or maybe it was the range of world beers on offer but, whichever way, The Fourth Festival Of Nasty proved to be one stonking, stamping, stage-invading beast of an event with antlers Pan himself would have been proud of pronged firmly up its derrière.
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