
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.
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What do you do?
I’m the joint founder and editor of Kruger Magazine andwww.krugermagazine.com. We also promote events under the banner ‘Kruger Presents…’ and have just launched an online record label.
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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.
This must have been the Kaiser Chiefs attempt at irony, because, even for them, it’s really bland and ‘average.’ However, I am going to like this single to annoy all the trendy scenesters with leggings and haircuts from faux-Japanese hairdressers who regard them as ‘uncool.’ Because I hate them more.
Upbeat and commercial, so unlikely to be popular with students. But thedistinctive sound of Levine’s voice makes a welcome comeback; he is, after all, the best thing since sliced bread.
This collaboration works. Sway’s tight-fitting rapping about charity, football and his rise to success all work with the intermittent Mr Hudson lyrics. The two musical styles merge well together, as the remix is underpinned by the backing of the original song, which is invigorated by Sway’s lyrics.
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.
Scrummy electropop brilliance: this Brazilian sextet are doing the wise thing in re-releasing a great tunethat fell under the radar back in August. And, oddly enough, it does exactly what it says on the label, makes you want to go out, make love and listen to Death From Above.
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.
Jangly, mesmerising future folk guitar that undulates from the Cardiff-based pseudo-scientists specialising in lyrical one-liners. Complemented with soft touches of synthesiser that really does transport you into other galactic realms. Not necessarily the most memorable of twee-pop nuggets but certainly an intriguing listen with its optimistic layered vocals cooing.
Thank God for Global warming; It’s mid –April and London’s Burning.
We’ve fetched our wristbands from the back of Sainsbury’s and there’sfive hours to burn before the first band comes on. Camden, the indie
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The alternative evening to the volume next door begins with The Spencer McGarry Season, a three man band from Cardiff, who boast a delightfully upbeat, eclectic sound, with jangly guitars and effortless vocals. Both charming and infectious, they’ll make you tap your feet, smile and bob your head like a dickhead. Maybe it’s the braces.
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Why are you so shit?’ Another Gindrinker concert, another moron not quite getting it. To be fair, it’s not hard to see why, screeched vocals about Bullseye and guitar rape in abundance does not a happy emo crowd make.
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To call LCD Soundsystem a ‘band’ would be somewhat like calling Robbie Williams ‘a bit of a drama queen.’ LCD Soundsystem are a fully-fledged multi-limbed funk contraption.
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Watching Love is All tonight is rather like eating an ice cream too fast.
Sweet, makes your head hurt, but by the end leaves you begging for more.
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A common theme between tonight’s headliner and support act lies in their frontmen. Both bands are truly led from the front by instrumentless wordsmiths.
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It’s a matter of mere moments before the arrival of Explosions in the Sky to the stage and the atmosphere in the Astoria is incredible. As with many of their post-rock peers, here is a band that demand nothing short of sheer adoration from their fans.
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Picture this: Cheeky little northern lad forms band, writes songs about clubs, bouncers and all that rubbish, gets massive and becomes the nations flavour of the week. What’s the next move?
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Groove Armada’s latest offering combines elements of house, electro, reggae and rock. At its best it’s innovative and infectious, whereas at its worst it’s repetitive and mindless.
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It’s now four years since The Electric Soft Parade’s second – and most recent – album. Given such a long time to work on a follow-up, one might expect the end result to be much better than No Need To Be Downhearted.
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Way, way back in the nineties bands made music that didn’t just fill a demographic, but sounded different and difficult, music you had to work at.
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As a rule, albeit one of over generalised and grandiosely assuming proportions, there are two occurrences in the field of music that are rarely enjoyable; cover versions and compilations.
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Josh Pyke is yet another bearded singer/songwriter joining the proverbial queue for the title of ‘best sensitive male with a guitar’.
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Andrew Bird is one of those artists who feel like they should be far more well known than they are, his previous album The Mysterious Production of Eggs being a wonderful array of plucked violin, perfectly picked vocal melodies and a plethora of found percussion.
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Colour It In is a charming debut loaded with delightfully jerky heart-stopping love songs that make this young lady want to give up her much cherished singledom and get one of those boyfriend things.
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Talkin’ bout the big monkey man
This unique species seem to breed only in the highly charged, competitive and testosterone filled world of University Sports. For the most part, they can be found loitering outside the back of the Union on a Wednesday, proudly wearing their red and black jackets.
Nick leans on the bar, pint in hand; his head nodding slightly to the music. His face is masked by long, greasy strands of hair, (he tells people that he hasn’t had it cut in over a year with a sense of pride). At last the headlining band come on stage, and Nick downs his pint and lurches forward into the crowd.
When the word ‘travel’ is mentioned, one would usually presume that a life changing, self-finding trip to the likes of Thailand or India is being referred to. However, as a brief glance in any decent dictionary will tell you, this is not necessarily the c
Scrummy electropop brilliance: this Brazilian sextet are doing the wise thing in re-releasing a great tunethat fell under the radar back in August. And, oddly enough, it does exactly what it says on the label, makes you want to go out, make love and listen to Death From Above.
Which one are you?
(or how to have a good study break date)