Review: Andy Shauf, The Slaughtered Lamb.
Support act and drummer in the so-called “Andy Shauf Band”, Ian Kehoe (alias Machine Dreams) somewhat whimsically suggests the genial Canadian genius is shortly to “make this room feel like a...
View ArticleTOPS, The Hollow Sound of the Morning Chimes.
It’s none too often that you’re absolutely taken aback by a track on first exposure; not least when it’s first heard live, atop the bacchanalian quaffing, idle chitter-chattering and so on that is,...
View ArticleWeaves, One More.
One of the runaway success stories of last November’s superlative Iceland Airwaves, Weaves’ One More thus has a suitably freewheeling, loose feel; albeit one which, musically, exhibits ability...
View ArticleAndy Shauf, The Magician.
The Magician, a first to materialise rabbit-from-hat-like from Andy Shauf’s forthcoming sophomore full-length The Party, is majestic not merely because I last heard it wafting out of a Reykjavík coffee...
View ArticleReview: Born Ruffians, Moth Club.
The lifespan of your average indie band is, as is taken as read, never very lengthy. However, you can quite cogently argue that Ontarian troupe Born Ruffians are far from ‘your average indie band’; and...
View ArticleWeaves, Candy.
Dementia is rarely, if ever, deemed a positive attribute – it definitely bedevilled a late grandfather’s final years, but that’s probably by the by, if not beyond the pale – but never shall (or should)...
View ArticleBRAIDS, Companion.
Although the title track from BRAIDS’ forthcoming comeback EP, Companion, may not maintain the immediacy of, for instance, the forever-intense Deep In the Iris, it once again demonstrates the immense...
View ArticleReview: Andy Shauf, Bush Hall.
As a trenchant raconteur, Andy Shauf is something of a dying breed; as a so-called ‘album artist’, he’s made to seem even more so. Last week saw the release of his third full-length effort, The Party,...
View ArticlePreoccupations, Anxiety.
“Check your anxiety/ No need to suffer silently” sang Matt Flegel, then of Viet Cong, on the cantankerous, turbulent Continental Shelf; and we’d now urge you check out the commensurately riotous (and...
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Review: Wolf Parade, Scala.
The regularity with which so-called ‘cult’ bands cultivate a (for want of a better, or less alliterative word) cultured sound really is rather extraordinary. There is, and presumably always will be, a...
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