subtle melodies
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Helica's demo is quite impressive. Soft guitars, rock songs with melodies, subtle drums and a gorgeous female voice.
After recruiting ex-Fangs bassist Sarah Fox, I wanted to see what JJ72 had come up with in their long absence.
Hailing from the midlands (there's a way to start a review with a sense of foreboding) The Room tie down three decent Indie rock offerings.
Based in London but with a multi-national line up ranging from Chile to Canada, The Conway Story, named after 17th Century Philosopher Anne Conway, release their third and final single, 'Ghostwriter', before embarking on the recording of their debut album later this year.
The meandering acoustic guitar and hazy vocals of opener 'Remember Me (Summer Gone)' would make for a pleasantly undemanding ballad, if it wasn't for one seriously misplaced harmonica.
After a hugely successful year, including headlining the NME stage at V2003 and supporting REM in Europe, Feeder sign off with the title track from superb 'Comfort In Sound'.
Whoa! Where did this come from? Like a rabid dog let out of its cage whilst on numerous class A drugs, The Lies are all about fast, loud, in your face songs.
Due to various factors, I have had this album for quite a while now. This I am pleased about as I have a relationship with this album just as I have with all my albums that I have invested in and, due to this, I feel adequately prepared to review it.
Last Night's TV: Quiet Storm EP
The opening song "Quiet Storm" will be on Last Night's TV's forthcoming album "Too Much in Doubt". The three other tracks, "Some Place to Go", "Shoes, Model's Own", and "Gone" (this last played solo) can only be found here.
Tunng's 3rd long player "Good Arrows" is without a shadow of doubt their best so far. This album is the marvellous sound of an already great band fulfilling the promise of their previous outings.
Southampton scamps Black Nielson swan onto the stage with all the demeanour of your average tramp plodding down the lane to the offie to buy a four pack of kestrel super strength.
Fell City Girl boast drama. And I mean drama. The kind of textured melodies reminiscent of some obscure New Zealand pop exercise by the name of The Veils.
The French Defence: A Guide To Nursery Rhymes
I have had my fair share of criticism of late. Some so called "Intellectuals" have branded my views as 'sub-standard', 'shod' and 'Pig-headed'.
It's just like any other Saturday night. You're having a good ol' laugh with your mates down at the tin.
Pure Reason Revolution @ Cockpit
Due to Vib Gyor pulling out, it was a good two hours before Benjamin Wetherill took to the stage to play his trademark set of Formby covers, banjo strumming and all those minor keys.
On a bar-full of chemically dubious sweetiepops and bilious lagers here stands a single malt of geological integrity and permanent joy.
Last Night's TV: Know and Love
A well presented 3-track CD with evocative picture sleeve (good photo by Susan Porteous) from Spencer Bayles (vocals and guitars and songs), Owen Marriott (percussion and recording) and Sarah Jones (violin).
It's nice to see former Neighbours star and sometime TV presenter Mark Little is doing well for himself, in a bizarre turn of events he appears to have given up shit-ass, late-nite, programs on ITV and 'found' feedback!
There are 3 things in this life guaranteed to make skinny white boys dance like a Jim Henderson inspired character.
It's usually the way that those who are the most lacking in self-confidence are usually the more talented with the least to worry about - take it as a good omen, then, that all of tonight's acts are surprisingly self-deprecating.
As a solo electronic musician, EXIS (AKA Joe Williams) has a whole world at his fingertips, an entire universe of possibilities and adventures.
Invention Of Hands: Consider Yourself Denied EP
The first thing I noticed was the high standard of the artwork & packaging, which would not look at all out of place in the racks at HMV; however, the CD itself is plain and detracts from the overall appearance.
The Like: Are You Thinking What I'm Thinking?
The Like are three extremely photogenic waiflike females who make self-confessed indie-pop. Unfortunately, their reliance on their own aesthetic appeal means the actual quality of the music falls by the wayside.
I've been harbouring a prejudice for a long time now. To me, there is something innately distrustful about underground/unsigned bands who have that polished sheen of 9-5s spent in the rehearsal room about them.
Beneath Augusta: Mellonova 00-03
Something must be happening in Canada these days. From the nation that brought us such luminaries as Bryan Adams, Celine Dion, and the miserable Alanis Morisette, the country that sits atop the United States of America is quietly out-doing their southern neighbour for quality musical exports.
A Northern Chorus: Spirit Flags
I know this band. Well, sort of. I remember about a year ago, that someone was posting on the Sigur Rós message board talking about (because he was in) a band called 'A Northern Chorus'.
After an interesting wait at a bus stop (involving a chance meeting with a young lady who would later attempt to kiss me), I finally boarded a bus, which the driver said would be heading past the Royal Park.
The Hair make me want to do reasonably mucky things to people. I think. I'm not sure. Either that or maybe find a partner to relive certain aspects of 'Dirty Dancing' with right there and then on the shiny wooden floorboards of The Faversham, except we'd incorporate more modern and perhaps more subtle dance moves whilst substituting those items of footwear now relegated to the depths of a chiropodist's hell with slightly more comfortable shoes.
With the gloom of winter still maintaining its depressing stranglehold, a night of typically eclectic ensembles at Josephs Well is the only beacon of light on a bitter Monday night.
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.
Interview: Pulled Apart by Horses
Pulled Apart by Horses are a new, sickening, rock-dirge act who seem to be getting a little bit of attention, even though they've only played about four gigs and have two tracks on MySpace. Chris Lowe asks this motley crew what the deal is.
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.
I arrived at the Cockpit at about 8.00 pm and was pleasantly surprised to see the venue very busy for that time of night and on a Monday.
After such a packed night on Tuesday, it was a bump back down to Earth tonight with a much smaller crowd who'd come to see four very different bands, none of which I'd seen before, so I looked forward to each one.