Tonight the St Pancras Old Church is handing out wine but this isn’t holy wine, it’s boxed and we’re here to see Sweet Baboo. The crowd is a wonderful mixture of father and son duos, ageing music nerds and mid-30s…
What ‘house music’ has become over the past few years really has been a convoluted affair. With genre off-shoots still falling under the ‘house’ moniker (dubstep, dance, EDM, even electro-pop etc), it’s become increasingly hard to identify what exactly should…
ODE TO THE MODE There’s a full house at the O2 tonight. That’s 20,000 Depeche disciples stood before a nonagan shaped screen and a stage thinly veiled in a purple haze. They’re a testament to how electro ages not and…
BANG ON TIME A drunken hit-man is still deadly. He may sway a little and his feet will look unsure but rest assured he will take you out using nothing more than the toe-nail clippers in your bathroom. Only the…
NO CORAL-ATION There’s an obstacle to tackle before listening to ‘Love Undercover’, the debut album from James Skelly and The Intenders, and it’s the acceptance that this ISN’T The Coral. Understandably, there might be some initial confusion as original members…
ROCK RESUSCITATION In the 1960s, Miles Kane was buried in a time-capsule along with a guitar, a razor-sharp wardrobe and a heap load of attitude. Under strict instructions, the capsule was only to be dug up in the event of…
Having often passed the Electric Ballroom witnessing queues flooding down Camden high street, I have wondered what lies behind the unassuming doors. Tonight I can find out as I am here to see Tom Odell, the recent recipient of a Brit…
Greeted with a sign reading ‘No Breasts, No Requests’ posted behind the DJ Booth, Cargo in Shoreditch has never been a favourite of mine yet I found myself back there due to the popularity of Chet Faker. The original show was…
RUUUUDE BOY, RUUUUUDE BOY bellow the crowd in anticipation of the arrival of their ska heroes as sweat drips off the ridiculously high ceilings in the grand old venue that is the criminally underused Olympia. Although the place is rough…
A drummer’s drummer was Fela Kuti; that’s fair to say. He was also a renegade of the purest form. A whirlwind of fire with lava in his bone marrow. The sort of character whose stories and reports would have surely…