twenty one years
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In all the years of being a fan this was the first time I saw Marc 'live'. I had seen former associates of his from Vicious Pink some time back.
"I've been waiting twenty years for that" beams my equally "sweaty as me" mate as we pile back into the car.
Nu-metal has become increasingly popular over recent years, so much so that it can now be afforded its own place in the compilation CD market, no longer confined to an occasional Kerrang cover disk; one such recent compilation is the Supercharged album, a twenty track mix of nu-metal, pop-punk and primarily Americanised, now mainstream, rock marketed directly to the young kids at Garage and Star.
No Use For A Name: The Feel Good Record Of The Year
Although punk rock veterans, with twenty years under their belt, No Use For A Name have now released an album that seems to take in influences of too many new wave bands and forgets about what made them great in the first place.
Five nice blokes, four affable tracks. Some springy little guitar riffs and a load of enthusiasm. A goofy, friendly CD with a big SG type guitar in moody black and white on the sleeve.
The Breeders @ Leeds Festival 2002
If you believe the music press then ex-Pixies bassist and Breeders lead singer Kim Deal is some sort of mad, Kestrel super-strength fuelled witch who, were it not for her bandmates tapping her mouth shut before shows and generally looking after her 24/7, would be sitting on a porch somewhere in Alabama throwing dead cats at passers by.
The Adverts ex-front man TV Smith is supporting tonight. Armed only with an acoustic guitar he pounds out tracks that are real ear-openers at first, like 'Bring The Bull Down' and the slower 'The Lion And The Lamb'.
Arctic Monkeys. Critics were bracing themselves and rolling out their clichés amidst the furore that surrounded the return of the new line-up of the Sheffield quartet to secure their place on the bandwagon.
Teenage darkness doesn't cut it for me, not compared to a full lifespan shaded by recurring periods of inner turmoil.
Because of the Leeds hype-machine-like tendency of the Dance to the Radio compilations, all of a sudden twenty-odd unknown bands all of a sudden get thrust into the limelight and we get to see what happens.
Unsigned Stage to return to Leeds Festival for a second year
Last week we revealed details of the Futuresound competition, through which six local bands get the opportunity to play at the Leeds Festival (Bramham Park, August Bank Holiday weekend) and this week follows the announcement of the Lee Unsigned Stage, undoubtedly the success story of the festival in 2005.
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.
A Day Left: Everything Grows Light
Oli Renton and Lee Malcolm were born to do the Leeds/Reading Festival. Not in the slightly geeky tents where I go, but out there on the main stage in the afternoon sun with guitar screaming and the kids crowd surfing like there was no concussion.
New music promo company makes Leeds band centre stage
MezzoFilms has celebrated the launch of its new promo division - Poison Pen Films - with the release of The Pigeon Detectives' latest video.
The Bilderberg Group: I Knew You'd Know I'd Know You Know
The Bonzo Dog Band meet Martin Newell in experimental party spirits. This is Da Da puckishness at its merriest.
Linton Kwesi Johnson @ The Venue
Black History Month brought Linton Kwesi Johnson to a lectern near you. Britain's senior black poet is no stranger to Leeds, having past connections with the Uhuru project in Chapeltown, and there were those in his audience tonight who gratefully remembered him for it.
London-Based Tat are a young trio of punk popsters who have heavy influences of Green Day and Rancid.
10 Days: The Future is Unwritten
"10 Days are one of the truly original bands on the underground currently." "Ten Days are a trio to be at the forefront of the next generation of alt.guitar bands in this city." With chronic press notices like those any band is going to struggle to make an impression.
Half Man Half Biscuit: CSI: Ambleside
Reviewing Half Man Half Biscuit has to be one of the most difficult tasks I have ever taken on. They are brilliant, with sharp witted lyrics and feet tapping riffs.
The Long Ryders @ Irish Centre
I thought I saw some diplomat hawking secret plans in the park I thought I saw my President walking through Harlem late after dark In a world of love where they burn like Nero You write them a check and you then add zero ...
Imagine a world where Axl is king, and Wayne and Garth are the court jesters. Time stands still beyond the Eighties, and Francis Rossi and Lemmy have a love child.
If you love taut song writing, spring loaded guitar playing and adult emotions, go buy "The way I See It".
Have you noticed that it's getting harder and harder to tell bands apart from their roadies? This is not necessarily because of the lack of true rock stars we possess at the moment (© NME), rather that bands are employing their own 'posse' as opposed to the black-leather clad roadies of the last few decades.
The Music have had a phenomenal start to their working lives. Three years on from their origins in Kippax, expectations and circumstances have said "this album has got to be massive." Early gigs at the Duchess of York in January 2000 showed glimpses of their root talents: a searing voice and twitching charismatic in Robert Harvey and a guitar trance demon in Adam Nutter.
Billy Bragg: Mr Love & Justice
Everything I don't really want to say about Mr Love and Justice is forced out of me by knowing that the slack and meandering four and half minute first track is also the single from the album.
With a remarkable twenty-year history you might be surprised to learn the Silver Jews only began touring just three years ago.
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.
Instant Species: The Longer You Leave It, The Louder It Gets...
Lured by some professional quality graphics I bought Instant Species' "Home Alone" CD last year. I ended up a bit disappointed by what I thought of at the time as bleak plodding music.
Spring have a smooth rock style that has not been much heard in the last twenty five years. Punk - first from America and then in its nastier English variant made it as good as compulsory to throw some tasty venom into each and every musical cake you could bake.
indie rock
In a time before you were born, dearly beloved, an Icelandic child called Björk joined a punk band called KUKL.
For the first time in the running of this competition have I managed to find out what the rules are for scoring, and what catgories the judges are marking out of.
I'll skip over Lily Fraser's part in proceedings - if I'd wanted a warbler on a perch I'd have bought a canary - and skip straight to Stars, all the way from Montreal to play at the Brudenell.
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.
In the normal course of events, it's blindingly obvious from the outset how many stars an album is likely to be awarded.
The last few years have hardly been a triumph for Embrace; set up as "the next Oasis" their debut album reached the number one spot and, while not selling 'shed loads' ('tent loads' anyone?), did seem to set them up nicely for future records.
As lead singer, main songwriter and all around head honcho of The Argonauts, Daniel Fell is now going solo. He's playing in Leeds at Carpe Diem on the 12th February, so Gavin Miller caught up with the man himself to have a little chat about all things musical...
Manic Street Preachers @ Leeds Festival 2008
A night of torrential rain hasn't dampened anyone's spirits, although the ground is a little muddier than it has been over the previous 48 hours.
Parisman talk of influences, recording and their new EP...
The annual Bright Young Things showcase has been very much like a 'Kinder Surprise' over the last few years - yes you may look back fondly enough, but you'd rather have a 'Fizzy Cola Bottle' (Futuresound competition) or even a 'Flying Saucer' (local band nite at Joseph's Well) because, at the end of the day, while the 'Kinder Egg' promises much, open it up and a crappy toy that you play with for five minutes and then lose down the back of the sofa is all that confronts you.
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.
The Fratellis @ Leeds Festival 2006
Day three: my, doesn't time fly? The sun's out too, which is a welcoming start to the day especially for those camped out near the Main Stage for the first of two Flogging Molly appearances.
Victoria Holdsworth talks to The Glitterati as they make a welcome return to their hometown.
The Summerfield @ Joseph's Well
The room downstairs at Joseph's Well had been taken over by tables and chairs and subtle candlelight.
Lunar Camels @ Hope & Anchor (London)
Around three weeks ago I received, in my capacity as an erstwhile music reviewer, an invitation to something entitled "Lunar Camels".
Upon entering Jesse Malin's dressing room at Sheffield's Club Zero we encounter not only the man himself but also a bowl of jelly babies. This can only be a good thing...
Interview: The Dave Bakewell Plot
Andy Roberts finds out about the Halifax music scene...
Andy Roberts gives les Flames! a grilling...
Tonight it's a six band special with some of the Leeds and District gentry cavorting on the same boards.
"I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor", Arctic Monkeys' second single and first full-scale release, has shifted a rattling avalanche of around 33,000 copies thus far whilst simultaneously thrusting a very sharp, very painful spear labelled "Reality Check" up the rear end of the boring, apathetic public.