Articles by Jared Dix
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.
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
Maybe less a heartbreak album than a dark night of the soul, but it finds its way back to the light.
This music is half awake, a blur of memory and dream, ideal for flights of idle fancy.
A brilliant album, Last of the Better Days Ahead draws on the strengths of an impressive career and still expands the scope of Parr’s music.
Stunningly realised, an overwhelming piece of work. Terrifying and beautiful.
A course of gently analgesic library music. Hawksmoor’s blend of electronics and live instruments decorating still, quiet, rooms in slowly changing moods.