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The Cribs: Another Number / Baby Don't Sweat
The A-side is "Another Number", a gloriously lackadaisical amble down lo-fi lane. This one just prods and teases and you think that any minute it will kick off, guitars a blazing, yet after a couple of minutes it just finishes.
Towers Of London: Blood Sweat and Towers
Or "the dangers of setting your stall too high" as this album should possibly be called. Don't get me wrong, this is still a good album.
Band Profile: It Takes Bridges
It's a riot based around riffs, drama, sweat and volume. Think The Fall fighting Nirvana for the last of the drugs.
The Cribs release single on Wichita Recordings...
The Cribs release their debut single on Wichita Recordings on Monday, 10th November. The single features the tracks Baby Don't Sweat and Another Number and will be released as a v.limited edition 7" only.
As Minus are about to finish their set at 7:40 I stroll into the venue... shit. Ikara Colt take to the stage in the form of a British Von Bondies with ladies at either side of lead singer Paul Resende.
A bunch of really hairy, middle-aged blokes are on stage playing rock and roll, having a shout at George Bush, and causing mayhem.
Hadouken! to fill in for Zane Lowe tonight
Zane Lowe has decided to take a little New Year holiday from his weekday Radio 1 show, so he's asked Hadouken!
Arrived at the Well to find most people milling around outside trying to keep cool - so I missed most of the Casual Terraces set - sorry guys (however, I have seen them before and a fine band they are too).
You're 25. You live with your mum. You work as a cleaner at the nearest supermarket. You sweat profusely.
The Mistreaters: Playa Hated To The Fullest
Wow, abrasive and explosive raw punk rock, with just a touch of that garage blues thing. And totally ace too; I never felt as battered, bruised and pulled from pillar to post since my last midnight walk through the Hawkes'.
"Let's rock 'til we drop" says My Awesome Compilation frontman Chris Driver to kick off tonight's proceedings, the 18th leg of this European Atticus tour, featuring the Leicester four piece as well as Americans Hopesfall and Tsunami Bomb...
Squirrel Records announce a massive 27-track CD compilation titled "Nut Boppin' Whoppers!"
Leeds-based record label Squirrel Records have announced the release of a 27-track CD compilation titled "Nut Boppin' Whoppers!" (SQRL13) to hit the shops on Monday, October 31st.
The Libertines @ Leeds Festival 2002
Seeing The Libertines live is a rather cosy affair. They're the boys next door who've invited you to their gig - playing in this more intimate venue definitely suits the band; the effect would have been lost on the main stage.
It's always hard being the first band to kick off a whole festival and today it was the job of Icelandic melodic rockers Minus to win over a crowd of festival goers who probably had no idea who they were.
Hell Is For Heroes: Models For The Programme
When the EMI axe fell last year, HIFH were one of several bands that found the rug pulled from under them and a frightening wilderness beckoning.
Computerman: No More Broken Hearts
I first look at the back of this CD sleeve and I'm thinking to myself they look like every single asymmetrical gender bender who goes to the Cockpit on a Friday night (this is not a good thing!) so I'm praying that the quality of music on the CD is going to be better than the air conditioning at the sweat-pit.
The Mooney Suzuki in Leeds. The Mooney who?! Luckily, a few raw enthusiasts for this New York beat combo managed to rustle up a crowd barely reaching a hundred, a real shame for a band whose live reputation back in the USA is huge.
You can't help but like sleazy, filthy rock and roll. Just slap it in your CD player, sit back and nod your head in admiration.
Martha: Kids knee deep in the Power of Love
Martha quickly establish a big power-pop sound on this 3 track release. It's energetic and well played, produced etc, but the overall songwriting is still someway of the polished finish of the CD packaging.
The Glitterati @ Fibbers (York)
After some initial confusion it turn out this is the Phluid I already know of, not a York band by the same name.
iLiKETRAiNS: BEFORETHECURTAiNSCLOSE
If the Kaiser Chiefs are Leeds' masters of all that is cheery then iLiKETRAiNS are doom merchants placed on this earth to turn all those smiles upside down with dark and ever so sinister post rock epics.
Since their last outing Brody have got angrier, noisier and thankfully less straight. They still can't help themselves from a few soaring "rock on the side of a cliff" moments (Miles Away) but for the main part they have taken a step towards a more contemporary Britrock sound.
Various Artists: I Can Count - Volume 2
Following the success of the 'I Can Count Volume 1' compilation (which gathered fans such as BBC Radio 1's Rob Da Bank and Huw Stephens) this independent label has treated followers to the aptly titled 2nd instalment: I Can Count Volume 2.
The sonic boom felt from Pretty Like Drugs is an introduction no one will forget in a long time, as the mix of eerie interludes and full on aural blasts shatters through the atmosphere.
I wasn't sure if it was because I'd just seen the picture that came in the CD sleeve that I thought this music sounded really sexy.
Local lads Union Jackass thought it about time to put something down to chronicle where they are as a band.
Marvin The Martian is not how I remember. A tall lad with a look of Peter Kay about him and a small guy with a towel rap incoherent pap over a mixture of samples from a kid-like DJ, though you can not make them out.
Spitfire Charlie: Childish Thoughts
These days, releasing CDs more regularly than a wet day in Yorkshire, Spitfire Charlie are no doubt looking to build on their recent 3 minutes of fame found in the hands of Steve Pac-a-mac.
Keeping in tune with the current fascination of resurrecting Britpop, Pioneers arrive with their brand on melodic pop songs, centred around jangly guitars, blistering vocals and fuzzy organ.
Canadian madam Peaches aka Merrill Nisker begins her set teasing the large crowd by poking her hot-pink sleeve through the curtains.
Neon Neon @ Brudenell Social Club
It's the end of a very very long week and I'm shagged out. I'm at a gig that is packed to the rafters and I'm hoping that Boom Bip and Gruff can perk me up a bit.
The Somatics are fucking amazing. The Long Blondes aren't. The Long Blondes are rocking a look that is basically this January's Topshop sale rail - you see, the thing about being so very, very trendy is that, in the blink of an eye, you're not.
As soon as I step into the events hall, I'm overcome by a smog of sweat and smoke. From the bar, the venue seemed quite empty, but it is rammed.
The 'Well' quickly filled up with sweat, a good turn out. Pat on the back for everyone that turned up, especially the few sporting spiked Mohican's.
Cute Is What We Aim For @ Cockpit
The males in attendance tonight could be forgiven for thinking that they have walked into the wrong gig, such is the abundance of females pouring through the bar in anticipation of tonight's proceedings.
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.
5 O'clock Charlie: Find A Place EP
Oh Jesus, Cast are back. No, honestly they are. Well a slightly tarnished, illegitimate son but you get the vague picture.
The Cribs take the stage to Somewhere In My Heart by sensitive Eighties tunesmiths Aztec Camera, but this soon turns out to be a red herring from a band who clearly want to be identified with a more en vogue music trend.
"I've been waiting twenty years for that" beams my equally "sweaty as me" mate as we pile back into the car.
We arrive at the Met bar ten minutes before doors open, to see the queue stretching all the way down the road, towards Millennium Square.
Whilst in the presence of the allegedly toe-tapping show-stopping band The Feeling at Leeds University I did indeed get 'a Feeling'.
Having had this band recommended to me, receiving an email from BMG with a sound snippet and then stumbling upon a lonesome copy of this EP I decided that it was fate and took the poor little blighter home with me.
The Modern Dance: Lovers In The Summertime
You know when you put some demos on you automatically spend ages thinking "ooh that bit sounds like a cross between so and so and so and so" or you can't put your finger on it and you end up muttering things like "oh who the bloody hell used that chord progression, I've heard it somewhere".
I know I shouldn't complain but what is happening? We've buggered it on the global warming front. Upstairs in The Fenton was the last place I wanted to be on this overly heated Friday evening, if it wasn't for the superb line up of melodic punk bands.
Old school punk taught us a lot of things, but one thing it didn't teach us was high production values - someone should have informed The Explosion.
This sound is so big now; '80s and '90s electronics rediscovered and manipulated in a way truly worthy of the 21st century.
For most bands, The Packhorse can be a difficult venue to play. There's no rise or platform, eliminating all majesty of "taking the stage", it's like walking to the other side of your living room.
¡Forward, Russia!: Give Me A Wall
Choose life. Choose chaos. Choose beauty. Choose frantic guitars crashing into mountains of shouts. Choose mind-splitting blasts of intergalactic synth.
With the Super Furries' last album out of the way it presumably leaves beardy head honcho Gruff Rhys free to indulge his numerous creative impulses with other people, in this case LA Hip-Hop and Beats maestro Boom-Bip.
The winners of Zane Lowe's Fresh Meat (?!) award open the proceedings with some rock and roll. Brighton garage rockers The Lodge have a heavy twinge of The Stooges about them, and play simple but catchy singles 'Piece of Cake' and new tune 'Noose'.
Adult. make excellent, tech tinged electro. Like the sort DJ Hell would sell his cousin Lucifer for.
Guitars. Lots and lots of guitars. Leather, screaming girls, sweat, passion, sex, sleaze, bourbon. Just some of the things that pop into my head when I think of the words Rock n Roll.
Idlewild @ Holmfirth Picturedrome
The crumbling surrounds of Holmfirth Picturedrome may be unaccustomed to this number of Indie kids but the haphazard architecture somehow seems fitting for all the dishevelled shirt and tie combos and painstakingly straightened messy haircuts.
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.
It's just like any other Saturday night. You're having a good ol' laugh with your mates down at the tin.
There's not a lot of bands that can make you feel like you're on a mind-altering drug when you're actually chronically sober.
The final night of Ash's tour falls in Leeds due to the gig being postponed from a couple of weeks ago.
Easy Now All Stars @ The Wardrobe
I hadn't been warned what to expect when I arrived at the wardrobe. I guess I was expecting a gig, followed by a DJ set.
Apparently 'Lee' in front of me was number 8 and the Chuckle Brother-esque guy "remembered '66", the army of football paraphernalia clad men, held their pints aloft, sweated profusely (football shirts have never been designed for sweat) and from their post McD guts chanted "Yorkshire, Yorkshire, Yorkshire", taking particular care to emphasise the ork.
The Delamores @ Xscape (Castleford)
The Delamores' vocalist Lee never breaks sweat. He is an enigmatic, quiet man who prefers to leave the jocularities to jovial bassist Baz, who tonight is sporting a canny leopard print guitar.
Band Profile: Girls Can't Dance
indie rock post-punk
After hearing the amazing split 7" from these two Leeds bands I was positively salivating at the prospect of tonight's show.
Adrenaline Injected Punk Rock'n'Roll
Entering the Cockpit the first thing that hits you is the heat, the second is the fact that Brassy are already on stage.
The bands are really packed in for this all-dayer organised by Bombed Out Records, Leeds' finest purveyor of melodic hardcore bands.
The Glitterati @ Fibbers (York)
"We all wanna be big, big stars but we don't know why and we don't know how". So sang Counting Crows, which subsequently became their 'how'.
The Packhorse is one strange venue. The gigs are held upstairs in the attic right out of the way and it almost feels as though it's a secret club only a few know about.
I have never seen Guy Garvey smile as much as he smiled tonight, this is a man more likely to be spotted looking rejected and sullen in some seedy backroom bar with a fag, a pint of ale and his trusty notebook detailing the minutiae of his every failing in the romance department.
This was my first Tea Time Shuffle for some time, and I was excited to be down reviewing a band I actually discovered through LMS - Plastic Fuzz.
Pounding of drums and wail of guitar signifies that My Exploding Heart have come to the stage. Singer/guitarist Danny Carr thrashes out power chords like it's the last time he'll play a gig while faces of orgasmic exhilaration come from frantic drummer Mike Quarry.
The Cockpit is the place of dreams. Yeh, maybe a bit hyperbolic, but somehow smothered in truth. The venue, which is a stone's throw from the train station, is the hub of uncategorisable style dripping with the Northern nonchalant indie darlings clad in their sprayed on jeans.
Let's be honest and get everything out in the open. The whole of the Cockpit is here solely to hear and see "The Rat" in action, a blistering, demented, Ian Curtis joyride of a song which has been exploding everywhere without even a trace of hyperbole.
If God was Scottish and in a band (and some troubled FF fans think he already is), by divine right he would be signed to Chemical Underground.
As support band Sound Team launch into their brief but stunningly good set it is evident that this band are meant for big things, even despite the slightly dodgy name.
Leeds 5 piece Infrasound kick things off with the aptly titled "Fire in the City." Bringing the Happy Mondays' penchant for funky beats and mixing it with the earnest pounding of the Walkmen if only fronted by Ian Curtis, the band produce a nice line in giddy space epics.
Ahh, the rigour of That Fucking Tank's riff-ravaged post rock is quite a detachment from the banality of everyday life.
Sweep The Leg Johnny @ Adelphi Hotel
I was really looking forward to this gig - I'd experienced 'Sweep' live before when we played an all-dayer with them in Wigan, so I knew the treat that was in store.
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.
Something's in the air tonight at The Cockpit and it's not just the smell of the Leeds music scene's great and good as they sweat profusely in the mid-Summer's heat which stifles the city's infamous indie club.
The Ordinary Boys @ Blank Canvas
"Can anyone tell me what city I'm in?" howls the suited and booted lead Kaiser, red pin striped arms flailing at his side.
Often, during times of contemplation (for which read: "hangovers") I wonder what the point of music actually is.
Funeral for a Friend @ The Refectory
The fans are soaked, the band are soaked, even the ceiling is soaked. Funeral for a Friend's support is nothing short of triumphant as the 5 self confessed Welsh Valley boyos evacuate the stage concluding a set of vibrancy, urgency and enjoyment I had not accounted for.
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.
The Rocket Bar does not look very welcoming to The Old House tonight as they take the stage, fewer than 30 people are in the room watching though this soon changes as the blast through opener Platoon.
Sucioperro: Random Acts of Intimacy
Competing for the youth of the nation's musical hearts and minds is no easy task. Sometimes you need a gimmick, a ruse that will make you or your band stand out from the many others who are all after the increasingly short and fickle attention span of the mainstream media and record buying public.
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.
The Charlatans @ The Refectory
It's been six years since the Charlatans were on a stage in Leeds (festivals excepted) and there have been several major changes in that time.
Mr Neil, lead singer of The Playmates ostentatiously parades on and off the stage, needlessly brash and purposely demented, he bids to blow the sweaty-browed gathering to smithereens with his typecast ruffled rock star demeanour.
Quick, someone call Tony Blair. If Saddam Hussein gets his paws on this lot we're all shafted!!!! Forget exocet missiles and hydra bombs.
After a week of assaulting the laser on my overworked CD player and my wife's ears through demo offerings from both these bands, I knew, before even walking through the Vine door this was going to be a fantastic showcase.
When I arrive at Blank Canvas the first band has already started. It's ¡Forward, Russia!, a band that I have heard glowing reports about but never seen.
Sweat drips from every pore; they bleed your life and finances here folks. Here been the cockpit. Atmosphere is sold in bags, buckets even.
As ever I'm late, it looks like I've already missed 2 bands and I've already missed the first song from Indicator.
I used to love 3 Colours Red I did. Back in 1997 when I was taking my first tentative fumblings with these weird new genres such as "indie" and "metal" (note: post-rock didn't exist back in those days.
To my left a group of student girls are dressed as cats. I feel 'elf conscious and try not to stare. Instead I search behind, there's a chap who must be at least seven foot tall.
So here we are at the Refectory, the house lights go down and on comes Giant Drag. If you have never seen or heard of Giant Drag before then here is your first impression of them.
Before I start I'd just like to say that I've eaten the nicest tea I've had in ages tonight. It was a stir-fry.
The selling point of this gig seemed to be that Twisted Wheel have been given the NME seal of approval, to which I wondered is an NME seal of approval really what we are judging new bands now?
I was first introduced to Midlands three piece, The Enemy, during their hastily arranged support of Kasabian at the Refectory last year.
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.
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.
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.
With Leeds festival just around the corner it's that time again for the Futuresound competition. Tonight was the turn of The Black Helicopters, Ten Seconds Of Chaos and The Xenith Sound to win over the crowd and more importantly the judges with their interpretations of what passes for good music these days.
Funeral for a Friend @ The Refectory
Who was Franz Ferdinand? He was an arch-Duke of the Austro Hungarian Empire until 1914 when he was killed by an assassin in Sarajevo.
Victoria Holdsworth talks to Editors prior to their visit to Leeds to headline Millennium Square on Friday 19th May
Seasick Steve and his guitar 'The Three Stringed Trance Wonder' have recently come off the festival circuit and preparing for a UK tour starting this month so Sam Murray rang his Norway home to find out about the man, the music and get a story or two.
The first band Giant Drag arrived on stage at around 8.30pm. The crowd were full of energy, evidently as 15 minutes beforehand they had been chanting away, clapping for the show to start and at one point actually stroking the security guards (they loved it and they know it).
Leeds Music Scene caught up with The Whip as they kick off their UK tour
I was supposed to be going to Josephs Well tonight to see Brody, Sugarvalve and Catylyst. Unfortunately they cancelled, so I rang my friends and said, hey no problem I'm definitely coming to see you guys now, only to check the discussion board and see that it had been rearranged at Royal Park and was going ahead as planned aaaahhhhhh!!!
The Scaramanga Six @ Leeds Festival 2007
Hadouken! - Radio 1 Stage A heaving tent full of sweat and dubious amounts of day-glow welcomes semi-home-towners Hadouken!.
Sometimes Annalee would venture into town to see live music in venues she'd never been to before... Time to reassess?
Red Stars Parade: a refreshingly piquant slice dropped into Leeds' musical soft drink
For all of those about to read, if you know either of these bands then you will most certainly know what will be coming up in this review.
One Bullet Left @ Snooty Fox (Wakefield)
The Snooty Fox in Wakefield is slightly different to the majority of pubs that you'll will have no doubt drank in.