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October

2nd: Fear Of Men & Flowers, Concrete [REVIEW] 4th: Karen O, Bush Hall [REVIEW] 7th: Manchester Orchestra, O2 Shepherd’s Bush Empire [REVIEW] 8th: Caribou, Koko [REVIEW] 10th: Clap Your Hands Say Yeah & Kins, Electric Ballroom [REVIEW] / Club NME: FIANCÉ, Koko [REVIEW] 13th: Febueder, The Shacklewell Arms [REVIEW] 15th: Hundred Waters, Oslo [REVIEW] 16th: Nick Mulvey, O2 Shepherd’s Bush Empire [REVIEW] 17th: Erland & The Carniva…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: Caribou, Our Love.

For these past four years or so, Dan Snaith has had to put up with the unenviable task of having to live and breathe in the slipstream of Swim – Caribou’s widely revered, and indeed wonderful breakthrough release of 2010. Of course, the London-dwelling Canadian has never been one to rest on his laurels, and has toured incessantly, reconfigured the similarly celebrated Caribou Vibration Ensemble and inaugurated his very own label, Jiaolong, since…So on & so forth…

Review: Merchandise, After The End.

From the very moment that Floridian (then-)three-piece Merchandise first began to make waves on this side of the pond, it became apparent that we were dealing with a good band. However, with After The End – their first full-length effort to have been released in cahoots with seminal UK indie label, 4AD – it would appear we’re contending with what is an incontrovertibly very good, if not a great one. ‘The project’ may be ‘equal parts punk misanth…So on & so forth…

Review: Baxter Dury, It’s a Pleasure.

“Male inadequacy is a hard subject to repackage [ba dum tss] in the form of skeletal Berliner music but here I’ve proved that’s possible” irrepressibly cheeky chappy, Baxter Dury has said about It’s a Pleasure – the adopted Londoner’s fourth studio full-length. And while said record was recorded anywhere from, and seemingly everywhere between, Brussels, NYC and Paris, it is – as he has also suggested – “the faint cries of Chiswick” that resonate…So on & so forth…

Review: Blonde Redhead, Barragán.

I’ve always been strangely taken by the apparent reality that, as identical twins age, they tend not only to grow up, but also apart in terms of facial appearance, familial solidarity and so on. And despite comprising Simone and Amedeo Pace – two brothers who both share a DOB and look extraordinarily similar to this day, as well as the chameleonic Kazu Makino, it’s similarly intriguing to see that never have Blonde Redhead ever condescended to r…So on & so forth…

Review: Zammuto, Anchor.

‘Alternative.’ It’s a funny, if not farcical way to refer to music – suggestive of both abnormality and peripherality, to who or what is it the ostensible ‘alternative’, and above all, why is it so? I would imagine that nigh on, if not every artist who we feature on a quotidian basis can be considered ‘alternative’ in some way, although that doesn’t necessarily make each and every one some kind of subversive vanguardist, does it? They’re merely…So on & so forth…

Review: Simple Things 2014.

It’s around this time of year when it all starts to feel a tad bleak – shuffling out of the office at 5pm; out into darkness starts to prey on the optimism of your average, humble young adult. To compound the misery induced by this daylight saving malarkey, the live music scene takes a considerable, discernible turn, as our saturated summer of festivals slows to a drip, before seemingly drying out altogether. You can imagine our delight, then, w…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…