“I will bury you beneath fifty tons of concrete and raise a hell like no other.” Consider me buried. And on a Monday evening, no less.

One of those rare evenings when music not only delights, but refreshes and provides sustenance, sonically and emotionally. Love; kindness; inclusivity – that’s the new spiritual sound. Leave your fury in the venue with those snarling amps. We walk into the air, renewed.

Connecticut metallic noise rock mavericks Intercourse get more honest than ever on Brutal Panda debut.

Deerhoof find themselves where they always prefer to be. . . on the road, playing live gigs. . . The quartet are treating London to a pair of gigs at Bush Hall – two completely different sets – promoted by the wonderful Upset the Rhythm (another apt name!) and supported by handpicked wonderful artists on each evening.

Couch Slut are a unique band. . . they are a group that merge noise rock and sludge metal together, into something that has a coherent sound and vision. . . They make “unkind music”, but they sure are kind and welcoming people. That feeling was reciprocated as they took to the stage to make their first audio levelling of London to date.

How blessed those of us at EartH were to witness it. Over two decades in the game, CocoRosie deserved a larger audience in London, but what a gift they gave to those dedicated enough to turn out on a sunny Tuesday.

The duo return incandescent with the state of their country on another year-defining, genre-bending hip-hop record.

Over the course of more than a decade, Spirit of the Beehive have often been many an underground indie fan’s favourite band’s favourite band. They have been remarkably prolific, too, with five albums, three EPs, and a few digital only singles and remix …

Cold Gawd almost touch the divine in this unassuming East London venue on their dual headlining tour with Soft Blue Shimmer.

A bludgeoning debut from members of A Storm of Light, Intronaut, and Generation of Vipers.

Thoughteater is one of the boldest raw black metal albums of the past two or three years.

A career-defining dark neoclassical record, reckoning with womanhood, that breaches beyond its confines.

The Sydney post-rock favourites blew the bloody roof off the much-loved venue from minute one. They sounded MASSIVE.

The final ever gigs of LINGUA IGNOTA were in London. Sinner, get ready to cry.

Ukrainian feminist fortitude and fury delivered in a righteous, riotous punk gig in baking London.

Acid Mammoth, Bloodswamp, WALL and Warren Schoenbright: just four of the highlights of Chris Keith-Wright’s mnorable final day at Desert Fest.

It’s that time of year again – Desertfest returns to take over London, or, rather, much of Camden. . . for three days there’s yet another noticeable jump in black t-shirts with unintelligible logos, long hair being whipped around by London’s changeable climate, and the smell of… umm… y’know… freedom?  Yes, it’s that time again, and everyone couldn’t be happier.

BORIS, Blood Ceremony, King Buffalo… Chris Keith-Wright previews Desertfest London’s finale and finds a bunch of bands with a B in their name merit A+++

Desertfest is back and that slow doomy beat from The Black Heart can be felt all over Camden. Chris Keith-Wright gives us his Friday Top Ten…

The album launch for Caroline Polachek’s superb sophomore LP on Valentine’s Day, no less…  Love truly was in the air. 

GEL play a triumphant show preceding the release of their debut album, Only COnstant. The Freaks Will Inherit the Earth!