Like the hard Candy of the title, Artic Monkeys have had the sugar coating sucked off for their third outing, to reveal a complex bitter centre that’s sure to leave a slightly sour taste in some fan’s mouths.
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Camden Punk @ Tommy Flynns
0 CommentsAugust 21, 2009 – 2:53 pm
The Velcros
Tommy Flynns plays host to a lively if sparse crowd tonight, Death shirts mixing with high heels – not on the same punter unfortunately – as Camden gears up for a mix bag of punk.
Battle Of The Bands:Radiohead Vs Europe
6 CommentsAugust 19, 2009 – 10:56 am
Fig 1: Who Would You Rather Go To A Party With?
Some Bands are better than others.
“Fairly self-evident!” I hear you scoff.
But it’s not.
Why are they better? Probably because you say so, and you have better taste than everyone else right? Or at least, better taste than the legions of JLS fans who’d buy a broomstick if you stuck a waistcoat on it and put it on the X-Factor. Well, sorry mate, but you don’t know diddly. You can stick your photographically memorised Morrisey lyrics. You can throw those Stone Roses CDs you’ve hoarded out the window.
Want to know why? Because they’re rubbish. Ian Brown is a nob. Pink Floyd are boring old gets. Serious musicians are rubbish!
And I can prove it.
RDB / Belladonna / The Medley Band – London Hope & Anchor
7 CommentsAugust 4, 2009 – 12:40 pm
Due to some crossed wires, DT turned up at the H&A expecting a night of retro-thrash with ex-Anthrax frontman Joey Belladonna, but what we got was something very different indeed.
The very sparse crowd prompts openers The Medley Band to head upstairs, serenading drinkers in an attempt to drag them into the H&A’s tiny cellar-cum-stage bar. Those who do are rewarded with a truly revelatory performance from a band who deserve to be absolutely massive.
Ben & Jerrys’ Sundae – The Human League
0 CommentsJuly 28, 2009 – 1:28 pm
The rise of the middle-class semi-festival is confusing for the hardened gig-goer. I’d been made explicitly aware that denim cut-offs with ‘Motorhead’ stenciled on the back and the usual gallon container of home-brew would not be required, so was at something of a loss regarding to how to prepare. Undaunted, I strapped on my finest gig-going hat (a stetson) and approached Clapham Common with trepidation, with initial misgivings amplified on the way by the presence of hoards of sundress-clad children and a large helter-skelter (being used by staff from the ‘unsigned bands review’)
