
Saturday mornings are the best of the week. When you wake up, you know that there’s something to look forward to. Whether it is a 600 mile round trip to Carlisle, or the relative walk in the park of travelling from Cardiff to Bristol, when Saturday comes, my week begins.
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Sports Editor Dave Menon on why the Cricket World Cup was a shambles
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.
Does what it says on the tin
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.
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.
Andy Tweddle studies the state of monogamy and wonders if such a thing is possible in Cardiff’s gay scene
It’s electrifying...and soft
Fashion Desk takes on the crowds in Queen Street to battle it out for a piece of the most over-hyped collection of the year
Women: It’s time to put the volume firmly on ‘mute’...