Tuesday, Oct 13, 2026
Documenting the madness
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Well… hah. It was a sure sign that we were in for a treat at Spacey Jane last night when some of the adoring fans had to persuade the bouncers that they were sober enough to be allowed in. After being punched in the face by the wall of humid body heat, we squeezed ourselves in at
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Back in 2013, LA-based project Rhye played their first ever live show at London’s intimate St-Giles in the Fields Church. Last week, they returned to London to finish off their European tour by nearly selling out the legendary Troxy music hall. Not only that, but it was lead musi
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Last night Khruangbin transported us with their mellow vibes and captivating stage presence on a journey through multiple albums. With their signature minimal vocals and global influences, the sold out show was a journey from start to finish. As people from all corners of London
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“You’re like My Little Pony, but alternative”. Springing out from Camden Town tube station is always an experience. You could have your eyes closed and still know exactly where you are when you overhear things like this. In fact, there were handfuls of alternative My Little Poni
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Curtis Harding kicked off his UK segment at Electric Brixton last night. The last time I was there, I was seconds away from swinging across the room on a disco ball at ABBA Disco wonderland . Last night, it felt like an entirely new venue, more intimate, almost calming. So calmin
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‘Leeds’ and ‘jazz’ aren’t two words you hear in the same sentence often – so when Levitation Orchestra played Headrow House last Friday, I was keen to investigate.
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“We’ll begin with the first one,” laughed Sean Cannon as the Dublin Legends entered stage. I usually write notes at shows so I can have a beer and not forget everything, but as soon as the lads marched on stage last night I was compelled to put my phone away and savour every minu
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The last time I saw Palace perform was in The Harley in Sheffield, where the back of the room doubles as a restaurant and there are hotel rooms upstairs, so to see them at the O2 Academy Brixton where Prince Charming once nearly slew Shrek is a huge testament to their talents. As
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Emerging from my toilet, I followed the mellifluous sound towards the stage, like a Looney Tunes character floating after the vapours from a hot pie.
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Willie J Healey is the ideal size. I don’t mean height-wise (although he appears to be roughly my height, which is of course the perfect height anyone can be). Willie J Healey has made it to one of the most exciting levels of fame as an artist: he’s selling out shows, he has a lo
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The Vaccines share the same fate as us. Forever doomed to the pits of Google search rankings for the floods of Covid articles on vaccines and no taste. Even the man on the door laughed, “No Taste, like the Covid symptom?” to which we triumphantly replied, “Yes. And we’re here t
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You’ve experienced it before. The minute you leave a show you text your pals “mate, they were incredible”. Where you’re absolutely certain that every other person in that venue with you had a blast. Jungle at the O2 Academy in Brixton was exactly this. Now look. Before I begin, I
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Going to a concert with a couple seemed like a great idea at the time, especially being friends with both of them at uni, but visiting Newcastle for a busy weekend seeing The 1975 on my placement did not go as I expected. I sat absentmindedly drinking my Saino’s G&T in a can wai
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Is it ever a good idea to drunk text the guy you went on a date with the night before and invite him last minute to a gig around the corner from his house? Yes or no? Asking for a friend... *** I spend a lot of my time accidentally at the Windmill Brixton, not to say I don’t enjo
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" Attention! Are you in the London area next week? Specifically Monday the 2nd March? Would you like to come to an exclusive concert, from JARV IS...? With DJs from 8 till late and a turbo sound system? If you’re interested I’ll send you a text in a minute. But you gotta move fas
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When I was asked by someone on the tube to describe what I thought of the show I answered ‘pleasantly underwhelming’. Waking up this morning with a blistering hangover I kind of know what I meant, but I feel like it needs more explanation. ***** First, here’s a hungover thought
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When it came to 8pm this was the last thing I wanted to do. I’d been to see Maribou State at Printworks on Saturday (probably shouldn’t/couldn’t review that one) and purposefully booked Monday off to recover. So why I thought a gig in the evening, on my own, would be a good idea
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Well, it’s 9 o’clock in the evening and 5 degrees outside. I’m sat in my bedroom in Horfield, Bristol, with a Thatchers Haze and some little flickering tea candles (I light them occasionally for ambience). It is warm here, and quite cosy, and in about twenty minutes I am going to
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When you think of Bombay Bicycle Club, do you imagine mosh pits? Exactly, me neither. So when I went to see Bombay Bicycle Club last night, I was horribly surprised that a mosh pit formed at exactly the same time the keyboard started playing Eat, Sleep, Wake. Sidenote: This time
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Hello and welcome, now that the dreaded hangover has subsided it’s time to review the gig I attended last night. It all started the week before, when I’d had a few beers and decided for one reason or another to play ‘buy a random gig ticket online’, something which I’ve not done
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After accidentally walking into a wedding (never go by the photos on Google Maps), I had my suspicions that it was going to be a strange night. I wasn’t disappointed. Embarking on my travels to 229 The Venue to see Yasmin Kiddle, an up and coming soul singer that had been soothi
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I was 23, living in Berlin at the time. I’d flown home to Yorkshire for two reasons: to try and save a relationship, and to attend Tramlines Festival in Sheffield. The former endeavour went tits up, naturally, and as a consequence I spent much of the festival desperately putting
