T In The Park Diary Part 2: Sunday 13 July
Tarnished by a brutal campsite attack, the final day of T In The Park has the potential to go belly up. Thankfully, a stellar line-up makes for a fitting curtain closer to a triumphant weekend of music»
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Tarnished by a brutal campsite attack, the final day of T In The Park has the potential to go belly up. Thankfully, a stellar line-up makes for a fitting curtain closer to a triumphant weekend of music»
Feeling decidedly less sturdy of liver than it did this time last week, DiS brings you the first installment of its two-day jaunt round a bladder-battered T In The Park»
It would be easy to judge John Matthias by association, given his past projects with Radiohead and Coldcut. But this album ensures he won't be »
Our latest MySpace Trail - DiScovering new bands blindly, with only Top 8s for guidance - begins with Frightened Rabbit and ends with... who? Find out»
There are moments of blue-sky soaring beauty tucked away in this collection but Tuned To Love is, overall, very much a damp squib»
Rather than turning their creative talents on to full beam, The Presets have dimmed the lights even further with the release of Apocalypso»
It may not be intentional but The Heart Strings' sanguinity is the only thing on Try Fly Blue Sky that creates an opinion»
Bludgeoned to a pulp by Times New Viking's thunderstorm of drum, guitar and keys, DiS is left wondering just what its audiologist would say»
Comparable to the rekindling of an old flame, Isobel Campbell and Mark Lanegan's second LP is filled with good memories yet lacks fresh sparkle»
Eugene Francis Jnr's debut solo LP The Golden Beatle isn't so much a soundtrack for love but a lip-service paying accessory to it»
Not unlike Why?’s Alopecia Subtle's latest is an album to discover over time - it could take weeks, or more, to excavate its bulging musical trajectory»
There may have been jack-shit here to witness this staggering showing but as the lights go up and the ‘crowd’ disperses there’s absolutely no denying it: tonight, The Ruby Suns were absolutely awesome»
Diamanda Galás' Guilty Guilty Guilty is mostly recorded as live. In these times of multi-layered production, the thought of such pitch-perfect tracks being concocted in one take each seems an incomprehensible proposition»
There’s little here that couldn’t slot into any of the group’s albums, but that’s not the point: this is a Tindersticks record and, much like our world orbiting the sun, it’s something that can be relied upon to produce the goods»
in the brawling strides of its finishing flourish, this ‘Psychedelic Shaman’ just about shows with Pleasure Before Business he has the talent to persevere for another 25 years»
Glasgow newcomers Isosceles may not be quite the finished article but, on the basis of this performance at least, their lofty ambitions of Franz Ferdinand-esque domination are far from unattainable»
Those ever-industrious chaps at Baby-Tiger, Is This Music? and Carnegie Hall have announced the May-time line-up for TigerFest ‘08»
With a moniker like Dead Child it comes as no surprise to find the Louisville ensemble - featuring former members of Slint and Zwan - are firmly of the metal persuasion. Your mother, she wouldn't like it»
In many ways Barry Adamson’s eighth solo outing Back To The Cat mirrors an unchallenging, unstimulating cruiseship vacation, with the former Magazine guitarist taking the helm as the vessel's late night crooner»
Despite the wilful presence of their new numbers, it's the angle-jerking closer 'Giddy Stratospheres' which gives the truest indicator of The Long Blondes' standing at present: caught between wide-eyed reminiscing and the future’s un-sauntered pastures»
New York-based Miwa Gemini’s feisty, smouldered mew is cut from the same vengeance-seeking cloth as the felines who years before drove a repentant dagger through the testosterone-riddled bones of love-cheating rapscallions»
Not ones to be shoved around by the oppressive weight of modernity, Manchester-based septet Last Harbour's maudlin orchestration and eerie soul-searching shows little sign of succumbing to the shackles of progress on this, their third LP»
A perfect score is the equivalent of ringing the bar-room bell: everyone should just give up and go home. Nothing has persuaded me to reconsider this, until now. Excited yet? You really, really should be»
Over the years Supergrass have continually proven to be stellar storm-weatherers and after a lifeless first half the Oxford born ensemble manage to pull off one more defeat-sparing renaissance tonight»
A record that pleads for its melodic substance to be heard just as intensely as it lobbyist protestations, The King Blues' Under The Fog finds the Hackney-born reggae punks ready to join the politicised tune-smugglers of Britain's past»
The kind of gig where the resistance of snazzy lug-plugs proved futile, where not even booze numbed the din emitting from the venue. Only one escape from the The Presets' furious blizzard: dance like a motherf*cker»
Guillemots may never convince the cynics who’ve already discarded them as a bunch of scruffy, talent-starved miscreants, but for those ready to bury the hatchet Red will prove to you just how much good these indie types cum pop experimentalists can muster»
Once the eruptive shock of Hot Chip's pummelling cuts begins to diminish, the set fritters into humdrum, mid-'90s techno nonsense; fine for a retrospective visit down memory lane but not exactly on the razor-slashing edge of modernism»
The lack of urgency from the stage is of little concern to a bevvied-up crowd that embraces the performance as if it were the band’s last – sadly, if Sons & Daughters repeat tonight's languid display, that may not be such a bad thing»
Y'know those days when everything you do goes spectacularly wrong? Where the tiniest movement triggers an avalanche of disaster and the best intended words offset a storm-shower of tears? Well, Balmorhea’s second full LP Rivers Arms was made for such occasions»