Just as the big dick on the cover can’t be unseen, you won’t be forgetting No Love Deep Web in a hurry. Death Grips’ third album staples itself to your inner ear, a hip-hop headbutt […]
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Kamerad, komm tanz mit mir: Laibach in Berghain, Berlin
I’m a stone’s throw from the Berlin Wall and a blood-soaked axe-swastika is spinning behind five silhouettes in strobe-lit slow motion, grinding out 10 factories’ worth of industrial clatter. The screen lingers on deepthroat blowjobs, […]
Ethiopian jazz-hands: Debo Band
It’d be a hard sell for some: an 11-piece band from Boston, led by an ethnomusicologist, plundering the Ethiopian jazz, pop and folk vaults. It could’ve been so academic, so worthy, so deferent – musical […]
Down to the woods: Body & Soul 2012
After hatching as a wormhole at Electric Picnic where you could lose yourself in offbeat gigs, theatre, holistic therapy and various other beatnik mischief-making, Body & Soul is now a tentpole attraction on the Irish […]
This shit is… fuckin ridiculous: Kanye West and Jay-Z in Dublin
This shit is… fuckin’ ridiculous. Kanye’s own lyric could be a one-line review of his Watch the Throne live show with Jay-Z, a 40-song epic that cashes in all your craic tokens at once. It’s […]
Primavera Sound 2012: 10 of the best
A$AP Rocky (Pitchfork stage, Thursday) The next young Harlem big thing is the consummate rap chancer at Primavera, laughing all the way to the bank that’s been beefed up by a $3m advance for his […]
‘The decades come and go’: Interview with composer Roger Doyle
Have a listen back to the voicemail messages on your phone. You probably won’t save those fleeting hellos and routine exchanges and use them as the backbone to a modern composition project a few decades […]
Brutal Truth: Death Grips – The Money Store
“Scary rhyming man, him scares me. Danger. Drummer man is beast monster too, hard hitting pummel thing, is scary and such. Danger.” Of all the thousands of words uttered about Death Grips in the past […]
Gang signs: Odd Future – OF Tape Vol 2
It’s been four years since pesky rap kids Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All recorded a batch of vicious cuts on a computer microphone and blew their load all over the internet with the […]
Still Up With People: Lambchop in Dublin
For a troupe who once claimed to be “Nashville’s most fucked up band”, Lambchop know how to sprinkle some zen-like calm over a room. It’s Saturday night and the hens and stags are piggy-backing around […]
Timeless, incredible filth: Gonjazufi – MU.ZZ.LE
Gonjasufi is a PR wet dream – a perpetually stoned yoga teacher from the Mojave Desert signed to Warp Records, who’s got a voice that Flying Lotus calls “timeless, incredible filth”. Box-ticking aside, he claims […]
Another dimension: Space Dimension Controller – The Pathway to Tiraquon6
So is this an album? If we believe everything we read in the press notes, The Pathway To Tiraquon6 is a ‘prequel’ to Space Dimension Controller’s second album due next year – or the soundtrack […]
Bullshit Boring Drone Band? Emeralds in Dublin
State has been giving Emeralds the runaround for the last few months. For starters, the Icelandic volcano farted ash clouds all over their planned Whelan’s show last May. We then missed them at Primavera a […]
Declare Independence: Bestival 2011, Sunday
Four days in and I’ve still got a few goosebumps left in the tank. James Blake is nearing the end of his early evening Big Top set, and as the bass tremors burrow up through […]
Lipstick traces: Bestival 2011, Saturday
I think we’re out of luck with the weather. The clouds look like they’re about six feet above our heads and they’re getting blacker by the minute. After yesterday’s techno crusade it’s time for a […]
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