This is the third of three reviews of unremarkable, but nevertheless very enjoyable records I have reviewed this evening. The Zincs are an American indie band fronted by a displaced Englishman, James Elkington, and that is exactly how they sound.
Maybe I have Luna on the brain after learning that their former guitarist lends [...]
Elk City are another landscape band. One whose album I will happily chuck into my music library and, although I’ll probably rarely deliberately seek them out, I’ll be most happy when the randomiser throws out one of their songs.
New Believers is a sunny album of enjoyable, harmony-laden twee guitar pop. The Roaring [...]
This is the first of three reviews of landscape bands. Bands and albums that are deservedly part of the landscape but which may be a little difficult to notice at times.
I saw the Endrick Brothers support Richmond Fontaine at ABC2 earlier in the year and loved them. There was something so honest [...]
I bought tickets for The Pastels largely because they represent a particular sort of left-field Scottish indie royalty. The sort that would diminish you everso slightly in the eyes of serious Scottish indie-lovers should you not really have heard of them, not in an unkind way, just in a telling way.
As part of the [...]
I’ve not too much to say about the support acts today, I’m afraid, but that’s because I want plenty of space to chat about Mr. Hinson.
So apologies to Grant Campbell, who has a room-filling voice and guitar-caressing hands that many a musician would sell their grandmothers to the knacker’s yard for, but I’m afraid I [...]
Toad, Mr Toad, The Toadster, El Toaderino… yes, I think that works quite well, don’t you? Song, by Toad dearly wishes it was as cool as The Big Lebowski.
Shut the fuck up, Donny.
In no way related to that, I think this Friday’s irregular Bender for the Weekender is going to draw inspiration [...]
