Lily Martin reviews Irish trio whenyoung at the Manchester date of their most recent tour, supported by The Ninth Wave at The Deaf Institute
Packed full of socratic, philosophical observations, Sundara Karma’s second record is a phenomenal exploration of modern life and our struggle to communicate, writes Jake Oliver
An impressive title, an unimpressive port
The cardinal sin in live music is being boring: DMA’s are guilty as charged, writes Jasmine Bennett
Kurt Vile plays as a shaggy-haired guitar virtuoso, preaching his beautiful music to a sea of dedicated fans, writes Bella Fleming
Bella Fleming gives all the details on upcoming indie-grunge band, Goat Girl, and their sold-out gig at Manchester’s beloved Gorilla
The Scouse favourites pay a largely pointless tribute to their younger, more vibrant selves writes contributor Caolan Coleman
Leeds-born five-piece Heir radiate a pool of light on the otherwise colder and darker autumn months
After indie rockers Wolf Alice snatch the coveted 2018 Mercury prize, Ethan Davies and Hana Kelly discuss whether or not they did enough to deserve it.
The future is bright for A Pint With Bill after their debut at Indigo
“Think Jorja Smith vocals meeting Goat Girl bass lines meeting Idles’ punk energy”, writes Bella Fleming.
Jasmine Bennett ends the semester with a trip to Manchester’s finest new festival, Year’s End.
Ex-Rascals front man and one half of the Last Shadow Puppets Miles Kane revitalises lad rock with a fun filled performance at the first night of his 2 day Academy residence
Seeing alt-J live at The Bridgewater Hall felt like a spiritual experience – completely breathtaking and utterly mesmerising, writes contributor Alex Wain
Anteros – the glittery silver lining to the dark clouds of the world – put on an emotionally euphoric performance at Soup Kitchen, writes contributor Winona Newman.
Jasmine Bennett gives the details on Spilt Milk Society’s return to the indie scene for this week’s Hot Right Now
Black Honey’s eponymous debut album is a bold, sultry and effortlessly fun celebration of pop, writes Rona McCann