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Review: Thursday, Primavera Sound 2014.

…previously. It’s reflective of, and testament to its international success – and Primavera Sound is, judging by the panoply of languages painting the Parc del Fòrum, now of worldwide allure – that if it continues at this same exponential rate of expansion, then its Heineken and Sony-endorsed stages could soon make Glastonbury’s iconic Pyramid Stage out to look like an insignificant blip on a boggy horizon. There are no bogs – neither quagmire no…So on & so forth…

Dripping, Blonde Redhead.

Thought No More Honey – the comeback track from multinational, NYC-stationed ensemble, Blonde Redhead – was good? Well, you’d best think again, and revise your interpretation of the term ‘good’ while you’re doing so, because Dripping – a second to emerge from their forthcoming Barragán full-length – goes several better, combining the screwy synths known of both Olof Dreijer and Håkan Wirenstrand with the stadium-primed, synthetic mel…So on & so forth…

Review: Field Day 2014.

…volved, it 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 Po…So on & so forth…

Interview: Solar on the Rise, Tennis.

…o it” Moore recalls, “but what’s funny is that we had no publicist, and hadn’t really prepared anything, either. There was this teensy little 7” label [the summer of 2010 saw Baltimore issued via Underwater Peoples, while South Carolina came out on Fire Talk] that was run by our friends, that put out our first single and that later became Cape Dory. “They asked us to write a little bio for their website, and we wrote three or four sentences, say…So on & so forth…

First Transmission: On My Own In Hua Hin, TĀLĀ.

Even if you’ve a vehement aversion to outré typography, we’d implore you put it on hold a moment because the three-and-a-bit minutes to comprise On My Own In Hua Hin, from nascent London producer TĀLĀ, are arresting enough to not so much command, as demand your undivided attention. The finest of three to comprise her The Duchess EP, the outcome is a compelling maelstrom of massive choruses, exotic swells and superlative, seemingly al…So on & so forth…

Review: Phantogram, Voices.

…ut full-length Eyelid Movies was first released, and this was all they could muster? Enjoying Herodian spoils as they no doubt are, Phantogram most likely couldn’t give a solitary you-know-what for the thoughts of this two-penny trudger. Released stateside in February, Voices proved an unprecedented smash in both a commercial, and a crossover sense, bursting onto the Billboard 200 at #11. Now backed by a major record label, and with a slew…So on & so forth…

Out The Loop, The Vines.

…lly abrupt reversion to previous type. It clocks in at a scant eighty-three seconds, although even in that time, the lead single from the trio’s forthcoming Wicked Nature full-length (a double album, apparently) packs a far weightier punch than the entirety of Brooklyn garage-rock pretenders, Parquet Courts’ Sunbathing Animal. Hands down… Wicked Nature is anticipated September 1st on an all-new label of the same name….So on & so forth…

Pleasure, Baxter Dury.

“Making this album I worked in New York, Brussels, Paris but you can’t hear a trace of any of them, only the faint cries of Chiswick” says immutably cheeky chappy Baxter Dury of his forthcoming It’s a Pleasure full-length. And judging by its nearly-title track, Pleasure, he’s bang on the proverbial money once more: for featuring fag-addled lyricisms of “Ferrero Rocher prostitutes/ Primark debutantes in boots”, a willingness to…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…

No More Honey, Blonde Redhead.

One of the more indefatigably undefinable outfits we feel inclined to cover, the return of Kazu Makino’s Blonde Redhead has been some time coming. She, Amedeo and Simone Pace’s renaissance is, needless to say, yet to begin in earnest – that’ll likely be around the release of the multinational trio’s ninth studio full-length, Barragán – although the gloriously viscid No More Honey is certainly worth your getting stuck into…So on & so forth…