Sunday, Nov 1, 2026
Documenting the madness
Live Reviews, Reviews
Lambrini Girls. It sounds like a new TikTok era bringing back a very distinct way of living. And it’s coming in hot. So fucking hot it set the stage on fire (more on that later…). We’ll call this era, Lambrini Girl Spring. It’s one of pure, deep rooted, unhinged, feral chaos. It
Live Reviews, Reviews
Last night was one of those rare winter nights. The kind that’s so cold, the warmth of travel feels like an adventure. And it was. Our journey took us to Dingwalls, a cosy little venue tucked below Camden Market. A venue that’s seen the last of Brooke Combe, I’m sure. She’s got b
Reviews, Live Reviews
From doing Jaeger Bombs on stage and getting the crowd to chant ‘fuck it’ at a minor hiccup along with him at Glastonbury, I was intrigued to see what was in store at the Royal Albert Hall. Never in a million years did I think that Rick Astley would be such a prominent object on
Reviews
I’ve got an ear infection, and the only prescription is more Stone. It’s not really and this was probably a terrible decision, but no regrets. The last time I saw them was Omeara, where the crowd turned into a bubbling cauldron. So asking them to play in between rows or fragile r
Live Reviews
It’s not very often you take your hot date to a string quartet on a rainy Saturday night. Especially when last weekend we were at Drumsheds. But I’d say last night’s turbulent programming was of similar contrast. It was the first time I’d ever sat down in a packed, yet silent, au
Album Reviews, Reviews
It’s been a long burning fuse leading up to the dynamite you’ll soon know as Bunny . Tiger Woods , the introductory track of the album, was released on 29th July last year. Somewhat a reflection of Willie J. Healey’s ten years in the game; eager to share, but in no rush for dead
Festivals
There were yellow weather warnings yesterday, and to be fair, it was feeling a litt… don’t do it… come on man, nahhh… Fine. Happy This Is What I Mean day. It’s been a tumultuous summer, I don’t think anyone can argue with that. Refreshing the forecast daily, hoping to see even t
Festivals
Happy Birthday to Jamie Cook, the world's happiest guitar player for one day only. What’s usually a picture of serious strumming is now some toothy smile chord thrashing. The Monkeys are back in the mountains. Day three of Bilbao BBK Live. Happy Arctic Monkeys Day, even for every
Festivals
In my last article, I said we’d say yes to everything and see where we end up. Well, it turns out I don’t speak Spanish/Basque so we ended up nowhere. Good idea, Sam. Anyway, depending on which sign you stood next to in the city, on day two you were either being obliterated by 37
Festivals
It made you feel warm and full of promise, like that first holiday abroad with your family as a kid, walking into the grounds of BBK Live for the first night of headline acts. Every corner you took, the lights glistened on the mountains opposite like a wall of old synths. I was w
Live Reviews, Reviews
What the fuck; I feel dirty. Why? Because I’ve just witnessed a filthy set of ear-splitting crunchy guitars, demonic frontman energy and 100 kg weighted blanket of underground techno beats infused to keep you in the small main room of Omeara. Beavertown presented an assault as pa
Festivals
We did it. Just not in the way that we’d set out to do. I’ve been pacing up and down the hallway scratching my chin about how best to approach this story. It’s one of the most incredible of my life, but it could be a career-ender. I considered publishing as an anonymous contribut
