Articles by Aicha Boyd

To me, it sounds like real life. Chats in the pub. An internal monologue. Thoughts about love. Thoughts about life. Lo-fi, simple, honest, kitchen sink folk punk. A man, a guitar, an open mind and mouth. By Aïcha Boyd

If I remember rightly, when I was researching Team Horse to review EP ‘Here Come the Hurricane’, the only band he (keep up, folks, it’s a one-man show) namechecked was Lightning Bolt. This time, his Bandcamp site also mentions Jesu, Mogwai, and DJ Sha …

You know those nights when you’ve got nothing planned and you’re perfectly content to sit around in your PJs watching crap TV, eating pizza and contemplating your navel and then, out of the blue, one of your mates texts and asks if you want to go to a …

My French is pretty rubbish these days, but I think ‘La Chaleur’ translates as ‘Heat’. Highly apt for a band who, when myself and two other E&D stalwarts were lucky enough to catch them live, were sweating so much one of them looked like he’d been …