It’s that time of year again.
We take a look at some nights looking to make waves in 2012.
Store Street strained under the weight of so many great acts that at times it looked liked it could get no better.
The release of The Chemical Brothers’ debut film proves the music industry can seem more alive than you think.
Gone are the gender bending days of Culture Club. You’ve just got to wear a suit of lamb chops and you’re halfway to number one.
Christmas Day 1999 was a day of contrasts for me. On one hand, I finally got a PlayStation and a BMX scooter, which made my nine-year-old head explode. I’d have been happy with these, more than happy in fact, but there was another present to open, which had a distinct, CD shaped look about it. “Great”, I thought to myself. I’d just started getting into music and I was happy to think that my sister had noticed my growing interest in AC/DC, Motörhead and Metallica.
What separates a drunkard eating a kebab and Lady Gaga? I ask this question on the basis that both will eventually arrive at a party covered in meat.
Recently, I found myself sat in front of a Freeview box with friends and alcohol, begrudgingly watching the worst music channels on TV (You know the ones; channels with titles like Mega Tunes TV or Hit Land). All delightfully cheesy and vaguely tolerable, until, a few beers in, the corner of the screen lit up […]
As a movement, Northern Soul effectively flicked a middle finger towards the charts.
The Beatles’ hit songs, sharp suits and mop-top haircuts sent American girls wild.
This is a music that dares to be different, every single night.
Music Editor Tom Geddes takes a look at whether anybody comes away from Justin Bieber’s baby scandal without looking terrible.
Is this worst possible collaboration album in the history of mankind?
It’s a wild life for us music journalists, constantly rubbing elbows with the stars. Nearly every week, we’re barraged with requests to meet the pinnacles of musical excellence. Imagine such treats as interviewing the occasional fill in keyboardist of a local rising band, or chatting on the phone with somebody you’ve been assured is next year’s big thing; we’re just too lucky. Occasionally however, outside of busy journalistic hours, your glowing aura of musical obsession helps you stumble upon an amazing chance meeting and it’s at these times you remind yourself why you bloody love music.
Twitter is, at times, a beautiful thing. In its short history it has been used to document the horrendous events of the Iranian election, bypass the censorship of several oppressive countries and, perhaps most importantly, keep Stephen Fry entertained whilst he was trapped in a lift. Despite this, there is also a dark side to […]
Recently, I saw the band Sublime, though really I didn’t. As their original lead singer had died fourteen years previously, they were now being fronted by what many saw as Some Other Guy and were, instead, touring under the banner of Sublime with Rome, even though the other two thirds of the band were original […]