Articles by Jared Dix
If you want to catch The Bobby Lees tearing it up in a small venue, you need to pay attention now. Don’t say I didn’t tell you.
Plays out their love for techno in some style.
On The Art of Fatigue, Krause get harder, faster, filthier, gnarlier.
Like ghosts of songs you once knew, bleeding through from the past.
The music’s quiet self confidence feels like they’ve been steadily working on their skills in the background that whole time. It’s beautifully made, a calming joy to behold.
The Lovely Eggs hit the stage with little fanfare, blasting straight through four tunes from their last album I Am Moron before stopping for breath. It’s been two years since the album came out. Two long years that this show has been kicked down the ro …
‘Growing Up’ is a good record, varied and accomplished. There’s hope for their future. And that’s a pretty rare feeling these days.
US/UK noise punk tag team bring the loud discontent in sharp bursts of tense racket.
Yeah, sure, it all sounds the same, the first album is rockin’ an’ reelin’, the second one all squallin’ an’ squealin’ but you can most definitely eat both in one sitting with no unwelcome bloating or drowsiness.
Pulls off the tricky balance between maintaining the band’s core sound and moving it forwards.
While The Body paint the bleakest picture of life, their contradictory appeal is still in making you feel less alone in your misery.
They bristle with ideas and mischief, playing an overheated mix of ugly electronics, widescreen guitars and crackling percussion.
There is pain in these songs but healing in her voice. Human frailty and beauty. Magic and sorrow and loss.
Blends Dawson’s remarkable storytelling abilities with Circle’s quicksilver music to delirious effect.
It’s prime stuff, two hefty ‘Pyroclasts’ cuts and a full half hour long version of ‘Troubled Air’ to float in.
Matches the original for its abstract and hallucinatory power.
buzzes with disco lounge sounds in fake tropical surrounds.
The Ritz’s famed sprung dancefloor is doing its bouncy thing beneath a leaping pit of bodies and the air is pulsing and expanding with energy and excitement. Up on stage, Girl Band are tearing the roof off, firing out great chunks of sound that explode …
Two of the most exploratory metal acts dig down into the twisted roots of the old weird America.
So delicate and effective it sometimes feels as if they left the tape running and it came out of the night air, an elegy from the past.
a grim assessment of the current state of things, it may be a bit stark for that, but we really shouldn’t take her continuing greatness for granted