By Chris Rogers
Human Traffic offers us a glimpse into the dance scene and drug culture of the Cardiff partygoer. But to what extent does it exist today in Cardiff? How many people here spend their Saturday nights lying on their backs and trying to walk up the wall with their legs after consuming copious amounts of horse tranquilizers? How many dance wide- eyed to techno whilst perpetually gnawing at the insides of their cheeks?
A vibrant rave scene used to exist here in Cardiff, but has largely disintegrated due to growing police intolerance. Some clubs heroically flew the rave flag. First off was Club Vision which featured in Human Traffic. It has a real grimy feel and indulges in hard house and trance. There was also The Emporium, again present in the film. With its dark and dirty d’ecor, and techno and drum ‘n’ bass nights, this club was a hotspot for the hardcore Cardiff party-goer.
Bursting out of the traps like a sprightly ‘Nu Rave’ greyhound is Gravity’s Rainbow. While the band might have since started a cult, popularised glow-sticks and revived indie-dance music, this re-released track is perhaps their finest moment, with thumping drums and a bass line to die for.
The Will Ferrell formula is one that can be broken down into three distinct ingredients. The first of these is that his characters must always be highly successful braggarts with delusions of grandeur.
Dir: Danny Boyle, Starring: Cillian Murphy, Rose Bryne, Chris Evans
Scratch Your Name is a thrilling wall of sound which is laced with the soulful, sexual yet gentle tones of front woman Shingai Shoniwa. A satisfying chunk of pop-rock.
Left-eye Lopez’s tragic demise
As a fan of Arcade Fire, I really want to plug this single. But Intervention is not very good, sounding more like a hymn than their angry selves. There are better tracks on the album Neon Bible, so buy that instead. Or see them live.
Continuing our look at books from around the world, this week Books goes down under to explore the best of Australasia
It’s 10.20pm at the Point and for 15 minutes a video screen mounted behind the stage has been showing repeated slow motion videos of James Brown, moulded into Pavarotti, blended into Sadaam Hussain – or that’s what it looks like to me.
Scotland is a country that has a surprisingly diverse array of musical talent for a country of its size. It generally lacks the powerhouses of Wales, such as your common-garden Manics and Stereophonics, instead birthing bands with smaller but equally passionate fanbases.