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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…

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…

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: 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: 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: 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: 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: Field Day 2014.

Needless to say, it’s no longer entirely necessary to pilgrimage – lukewarming crate of cider cradled in arms; sweat dribbling your back, as it malodorously fills the ravine made by your ailing spine; impossibly enormous rucksack attached to your back – to what can, at times, feel the ends of the Earth in order to access, and perhaps even enjoy the so-called ‘festival experience’. And Field Day, now in its eighth year, is just about the most con…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: M O T H X R, Boston Music Room.

MOTHXR, or M O T H X R to stylise literatim, are the artists formerly known as MOTHER. Or indeed M O T H E R – the Brooklyn ensemble that first emerged with the slinky, quite brilliant Easy, although remained anonymous for some while. And while the whole anonymity thing is, typically, an aesthetic choice, in this instance you sense that Penn Badgley – perhaps best known for playing the role of Dan Humphrey in Gossip Girl – deployed the device in…So on & so forth…