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Review: Field Day 2014.

…ultimately falls a little flat. Whipping the neighbouring Shacklewell Arms stage into a rabid frenzy, then, are Liverpool trio and unlikely (nearly) label mates, All We Are. Although all too ordinary in truth, essentially, it’s excessively happy-clappy with widely lionised recent single Feel Safe redolent of a dodgy Bee Gees takeoff. Back beneath the citrusy shades of the Resident Advisor’s vast tarpaulin, Lopatin – anonym Oneohtrix Point Never…So on & so forth…

Review: Reading Festival 2014.

For around a half a week nigh on each and every year since 1971, Little John’s Farm, Richfield Avenue has played host to the estimable Reading Festival. And this, so it would seem, has recently become the natural habitat of the aspiring alpha male – fluorescent adolescents pumped up on protein shakes, their biceps akin to those of a bionic Popeye. With Sharpie permanent marker catchphrases tattooing his underdeveloped, if muscularly defined tors…So on & so forth…

Review: The Acid, Cargo.

“A lot of people are not translating their music to a live setting at the moment; they’re just making records, and then doing playback from Ableton. They do a few things over the top, to add another element, but there’s a flatness to that. You’re not standing on the precipice then – there’s no risk. I mean there’s that risk of your computer crashing I guess, but it’s very different to playing live.” Those the words, in no uncertain terms, of Ry…So on & so forth…

May

1st: Plastic Mermaids, The Lexington [REVIEW] 2nd: Devendra Banhart, Barbican Centre [REVIEW] 5th: Gruff Rhys: American Interior, Soho Theatre [REVIEW] 6th: Tennis, Oslo [REVIEW] 7th: Elephant, Bethnal Green Working Men’s Club [REVIEW] 8th–10th: The Great Escape feat. Future Islands, Little Dragon, Klaxons, Arthur Beatrice & East India Youth, Brighton [REVIEW] 12th: Courtney Love, O2 Shepherd’s Bush Empire [REVIEW] 14th: Yann Tie…So on & so forth…

Review: M. Ward, Islington Assembly Hall.

Famed for his collaborating with maudlin American sweetheart, Zooey Deschanel but fawned over in these rather more low-key quarters, it’s little surprise that M. Ward had little trouble selling out north London’s Islington Assembly Hall. And, on a resplendent, if sweltering evening, the likes of Fuel For Fire and Chinese Translation sustain the adulation that the Californian songsmith commands these days. Barmen and women scuttle, flustered, bet…So on & so forth…

Review: Wireless Festival 2014.

With Glastonbury having been and gone already, it’s now safe to say that the so-called ‘festival season’ has well and truly begun in earnest. And so for the first, and possibly last time, given Wireless Festival’s wont for hopping from one of London’s numerous leafy expanses to another, the major label love-in takes place in N4’s Finsbury Park. Indeed, the luxury of being able to eat some “damn croissants”, or rather crumpets, a half-hour prior…So on & so forth…

Review: Sharon Van Etten, Rough Trade East.

…, but not only is Sharon no longer Afraid of Nothing; she’s Taking Chances, too. And bolstered by Cook’s bulbous live bass, and sprinkled with glimmering Autoharp, the proverbial gamble has certainly played out in her favour. Tarifa, by contrast, has a rather more vintage flavour to it, although it’s of a similarly fine one, Keith compensating for its lack of live sax appeal with some virtuosic noodling. As for whether or not it would be OK for h…So on & so forth…

Review: Sunday, Latitude 2014.

…ereas The Acid have spoken out about their desire to completely recreate in order to translate “their music to a live setting”, Frahm instead consolidates the aphorism: ‘Actions speak louder than words.’ He’s fully realised this vision of conceivably recontextualising (admittedly, only partially) electronic music within a live context, and has seemingly done so without even so much as having to mull over, nor ruminate thereon. Thus although rumin…So on & so forth…

Review: Saturday, Glastonbury Festival of Contemporary Performing Arts 2014.

In his review of Nick Mulvey’s long overdue solo début, First Mind, Tom McMinigal commented on the incomparable songsmith’s ‘cheerfully ascending star’, and Glastonbury makes his speedy rise palpably apparent. For Mulvey has gone from The Park, to the Pyramid Stage, in the space of a year and to mark the occasion, he’s backed by a full band to imbue his quietly majestic anthemia with spades of grandeur anew. Of a wet and weary Saturday morning,…So on & so forth…

Review: CC14.

…unt of introspective Hot Chip material, this smattering helping to contextualise Taylor’s more recent solo work, live, Dolly and Porter recalls Look At Where We Are quite remarkably and, if never really lively, it’s no less lovely for it. Indeed, incisive as a splintered bone protruding from the forearm, spartan ballad Am I Not A Soldier? hears Taylor croon: “There’s more to us than meets their eyes.” And this is true of Hot Chip, too: for all of…So on & so forth…