Articles by Jared Dix
The record’s prevailing mood is of being blanketed and half awake.
Three bands, five quid. Splendid idea really.
As a whole ‘Til You Fall Down is a little uneven but feels appropriately like a collection of early 7″ singles on an 80’s indie label.
For all the cautionary meditations on the coming doom there is also something celebratory in Ocher’s music. Of small achievements and the connections between people, the possibilities in spaces and evenings like these.
Jared Dix caught up with Dunstan Bruce from. “one hit wonders” Chumbawamba about his film ‘I Get knocked Down’, dealing with the experiences from their hit single ‘Tubthumping’.
New year, same old shit, burn it down. Bloody Head’s bad vibe dirge punk makes the perfect soundtrack.
Its music casts an unusual spell, seeming to do very little, it never drags over its extended length, shifting in pace and volume for emphasis.
Psychically transmitting concussions, lucid uplifts and down draft recollections, non-verbal outlooks and inner transformations, dig it.
An album as affecting and hard to describe as the apparition at its core.
On Goodbye, Hotel Arkada her harp gives golden voice to the benign ghosts of memory.
A bright ‘n’ shiny pop-tastic delight, full of irresistibly toe twitching beats and old school synth sounds.
I went to Supersonic and I had a really great time. You know I did, of course I did, because it’s a brilliant festival with a packed bill of excellent bands. “It’s not an accident, it’s a choice.”
In Blood is a remarkable achievement for a band this long in the tooth, you never want to skip a track and it always seems to be over too soon.
The kind of record that falls naturally to close reading among its fans and irritated shrugs among naysayers.
Their playing flows effortlessly, the band deep inside the music, the calm eye at the centre of their sonic storm.
Rejoice friends! If the endless rain doesn’t wash us all into the filthy sea then Supersonic festival will be upon us in less than a month’s time. An undoubted pinnacle of underground music’s calendar, this year it will be celebrating its twentieth birthday. . . It’s going to be quite a party, come ready. If you’re still dithering about that now is the time to commit.
Jared Dix had a word with vocalist Tom Whitfield from Birmingham noise punks Spits Milk about what he thought he was up to.
Loose and noisy as if they’re joyriding down the pacific coast highway. Jesus, they might even be enjoying themselves.
Drawing you quickly in, like the woods themselves it is dark and mysterious, beautiful and consoling.
A musical tonic to ease what ails you.
They continue to stand apart and Purge is up among their best work.