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The hyperactivity begins outside with some rather fresh-faced Humour fans chanting an assortment of aphorisms, which can be heard a good few streets away.
Anyone, now there's a twist of marketing fate you couldn't even have made up. Imagine the puns you can have with a name like that.
Here is the third album from the Illinois 3 piece, presenting "lo-fi country noir" in all its over-produced glory.
The Wombats: Kill The Director
I'm sure I'm supposed to hate The Wombats because I hate Razorlight and The View. No way!! The Wombats are really good!
Bloodhound Gang: Screwing You On The Beach At Night
In some tiny part of your brain you have to feel sorry for Bloodhound Gang: pre-pubescent boys trapped inside the bodies of men with a sense of humour about as sharp and fashionable as an antique butter knife.
The Wave Pictures: Just Like A Drummer
Following on swiftly from the release of their 13 track album "Instant Coffee Baby" The Wave Pictures are releasing a 6 track EP "Just Like a Drummer" that includes 5 new tracks as well as the title track, so they're obviously not short on material.
"The Diet EP" by Djingo is a well-produced CD mixing equal elements of the Red Hot Chili Peppers and Limp Bizkit, although unlike both of those bands they seem to have their tongue placed far more firmly in their cheek.
One of the best things about being an instrumental post-rock band has to be choosing what to call your songs.
Ska Punk is one of those phrases that fails to describe the music of Saving Lenny. They have primitive songs (punk-ish) and occasional spurts of up-beat horns (sort of ska-ish nearly).
Having never seen or heard of Wrinkle until a friend told me I should go - I had no idea what to expect.
The Pocket Gods: Nub Country Flyby
The Pocket Gods are the brainchild of singer songwriter Mark Lee and despite the mention of "various guest artists" this is a fairly solo sounding affair - distorted vocals, distorted guitar over a cheap and particularly monotonous drum machine.
After a guy just spinning some classic hip hop tunes (and doing the occasional beat juggling, not the best I have seen) it's time for the real hip-hop masters to appear.
Anyone who thought, like me, that after the success of the none-more-irritating 'Tubthumping' that Chumbawamba just simply vanished, are now obviously wrong.
SAMMYUSA take a while to warm up, delivering a couple of songs that consist little more than controlled feedback - as well as the addition of a vocal sample in the opening instrumental.
FF'ers are confronted by the biggest crowd of the day. It's really hard to get up to the front, and in pretending to be important, with a bag and an officious clipboard I attract the attention of two young fans who ask me who is about to play.
All fingers and no thumbs here. Middle Finger Salute have an average age of sixteen, but sound well beyond their years.
Badly Drawn Boy @ City Varieties
Badly Drawn Boy has always had something of a reputation for erratic live performances, varying from sublime curfew-busting sets to performances blighted by his own hesitancy and the demands of dealing with a considerable and diverse back catalogue.
Tonight the Highwood, yet again packed to capacity saw another three bands from Leeds' increasingly fertile music scene.
Percy's three-track CD is a promotional collection of tracks released by the band; singles via Mook or Tenfoot Records.
Mindless Self Indulgence @ LMUSU
Support act Templeton Pek are at an unfair disadvantage right from the very start, as the appalling sound quality reduces their set to a wall of noise.
Don't be silly, of course they're still going. And they've just delivered an album so perfect it chills the blood.
Pulled Apart by Horses @ Moor Music Festival 2008
There are countless laudable aspects of the weekend that will have been taken away by all of the festival-goers, but arguably it's Moor Music Festival's inclusive eclecticism that deserves the biggest pat on the back.
Thai Bride: Non Contact Sports
Judging them on this release Thai Bride are a bloke's band. Not that they play blokes music as such, it's just that they sing about bloke's things.
Chickenhawk's debut long-player is an ambitious and heroic montage of many different types of metal. Crunching riffs swing themselves between battering rhythms and off-kilter tempo changes, and are often interspersed with throat-destroying vocal theatrics and glitches of weird electronica.
I love gigs like this. You go down to some random (admittedly, in the case of the Faversham, glorified) pub on the outskirts of the city to see a band or two that you've never heard of and to be brutally honest, probably never will again.
Although not advertised on the initial line-up, the appearance of Morassi caught my eye at last Friday's Joseph's Well HMV Showcase gig.
The much hyped Glasgow 4 piece came to a sold out Faversham with a crazy amount of expectation, was there a 'picks for '08' piece that didn't feature them?
Scotland's Dark Water have great stage presence, though it is samey and unoriginal. The female vocals are on the whole ok apart from the odd bum note, and the guitarist seems to focus more on pulling faces and attracting the females' attention then actually playing.
giddy electro pop
Student feeding-ground by day, 'The Refectory' at Leeds University Union may not seem like the obvious location for a night of top musical entertainment, but I was certainly impressed by the sound and light show at the excellent Placebo gig here this time last year.
It's already the penultimate Futuresound heat but nobody seems to be tiring just yet. In fact, given this evening's exciting array of artists, there will perhaps be a higher number of people disappointed to see the competition wind up than those relieved to push it towards its conclusion.
Eureka Machines: Being Good Is Okay (But Being Bad Is Better)
Chris Catalyst appears to have had his sinister fingers in any number of Leeds-baked pies in recent years.
The Grates are a difficult band for a young man such as myself to review. Having seen them live I am aware of something which cannot fail to cloud my judgement of their latest record.
Having been living in the big smoke for far too long, it's a very long time since I've been to The Refectory, in fact I was still at school in an era when Year 10 was called Fifth year.
Ok first things first I got to this gig rather late and missed the first two acts. I really felt quite bad about that, and it also means I have no words to write about David Broad and Michael Rossiter (who I am sure were fantastic if the last two acts were any thing to go by)...
Well, this is a pleasant record. Kind of pleasant in the Gary Lineker sense of the word. You know where you are with it.
I'd gone down to The Cardigan Arms to experience wonderful, shiny guitar pop. Stuff with hooks, choruses you can sing along to (if you wish), and that won't leave your head for days afterwards.
On the surface of things, The Young Knives do not come across as an instantly likeable band. Their whole geek-chic image, seemingly meaningless moniker and ludicrously named bass player (The House of Lords, those of you who were wondering) make it easy to mark them down as achingly hip, annoyingly pretentious passengers on the indie scenester bandwagon where being able to pout is much more important than being able to play.
Tonight was going to be another boring Monday night in as usual. I had planned to go the Faversham to see Four Day Hombre but as I hadn't got a clue where it was, and each of the maps I tried looking at all have different things on them, so I had resigned myself to not going.
All dressed in black; sultry with stiff motions, Mother Vulpine's heavy QOTSA style guitars lap over some gorgeous male to female harmonies.
Metal is on a definite upsurge at the moment, what with Limp Bizkit topping the charts and Amen on the front cover of NME and so on.
Interview: The Casual Terraces
Andy Roberts catches up with The Casual Terraces before their gig with Radio Clash...
Urban Eyez @ Unity Day Festival 2003
Hyde Park's Unity Day Festival could be described as a mini Glastonbury, complete with kid's field, several music stages and all sorts to look at and petitions to sign.
Mr Shiraz @ Warehouse (Huddersfield)
Well if there was ever a rock 'n' roll town, it's gotta be Huddersfield. Why bloody Huddersfield? I asked Mr Shiraz and their pop impresario and all-round genial chap of a manager, and they all just said 'You'll see'.
Bilge Pump @ Brudenell Social Club
The Brudenell Social club played host to three bands, all helping to raise funds for the Asian Earthquake Disaster appeal.
Interview: The Bedroom Orchestra
I [Kate Zezulka] meet up with The Bedroom Orchestra to discuss the controversial new EP. Tristan Mackay is apparently "all mine" for this interview - yes, that is a scary thought...
The Scaramanga Six: Cabin Fever
"Glad you all could join me, on another pointless journey". So begins the 2nd album proper of Wrath's finest premium export The Scaramanga Six.
e·mo·tion (-mshn) n. An intense mental state that arises subjectively rather than through conscious effort and is often accompanied by physiological changes; a strong feeling Emo is a type of music that is rapidly gaining popularity in the UK, despite being popular in America for some time now.
Mr. Shiraz have everything you could possibly want in a band: a very well polished horn section, a mean looking drummer, hyper-singers (including an all singing all dancing version of Bez on acid) walking bass and funky guitar.
It would be easy for Samiam to be resentful by now. They've seen their supporting acts (Green Day, Blink 182, No Doubt among others) hit the big time whilst they've been left listless, waiting in the shadows.
Yo La Tengo @ West Yorkshire Playhouse
You gotta love the music industry. I arrive at the rather plush West Yorkshire Playhouse excited, yet a little nervous because of all this guest list stuff.
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.
By all rights Shatner really ought to be extinct. Given that the Big Brothers who quietly go about the business of corrupting the nation's youth decided to adopt the policies of Pol Pot somewhere around the late 90s, someone ought to have got round to sending Jim Bower & co to the glue factory by now.
First up, playing to a half empty square, are The Motorettes. These Geordie guys aren't half bad really, even though they fit the mould of typical indie rockers.
Red Stars Parade: a refreshingly piquant slice dropped into Leeds' musical soft drink
Victoria Holdsworth spoke to Luke Morley from Thunder before another sell out gig in Sheffield.