Supersonic 2017: the DiS review
Supersonic has plenty to enjoy but nothing that feels extraneous»
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Supersonic has plenty to enjoy but nothing that feels extraneous»
It’s all back to Birmingham for round 15 of Britain’s best city fest»
It was the Aphex Twin festival – and he was the worthy headliner of an impressive day»
A fine weekend, proving that Field Day has come of age.»
Music filled with contradictions and confusion»
The greatest album-playback-party-fashion-show-computer-game-launch of all time»
Dimensions is a festival that enjoys stunning views, glorious weather, excellent soundsystems and a healthy bill bisecting the best of electronic music from across the western world»
We still live in violent, paranoid times, and this time round The Pop Group don’t quite reflect that.»
ATP isn't dead: it has just freshened up and moved north.»
Kraftwerk affirm that their art pop is equal to any pop art.»
Shellac have played ATP so often that festival regulars find their reputation for rarely playing live merely confusing, and the incongruity of these three jaded Americans, hardened by three decades of hardcore, having become part of the furniture at a such a curious, quintessentially English locale is barely noted.»
If you missed out first time round, you have no excuses now.»
That Bestival 2012 was possessed of the kind of cloudless skies under which it made its name as the last big party of the summer meant it was inevitably going to be a good one.»
Photo by Adriano Ferreira Borges The small northern Portuguese city of Braga prides itself on having a hundred ways to prepare cod; it also seems to have at least one church for each recipe. Locals are quick to tell you about their football stadium, a th»
Bestival’s reputation for fun has been earned once again.»
Since its inception in 2007, the Field Day festival has been beset by hitches. Consecutive years have been marred by problems with inaudible sound, extraordinary toilet queues, comic band cancellations (Dan Deacon losing his passport anyone?) combining with moronic last minute mass schedule alterations, or simply by being idiotically put on at the height of the English summer when the organisers should know it will piss it down. What promoters Eat Your Own Ears have got consistently right is the bill, with 2011 no exception.»
Thirty years in arguably the most significant act to come out of the American alternative underground of the Eighties has clearly not dimmed Thurston Moore’s desire to explore new territory.»
Royal Trux's legend hardly required them to produce any actual product, but somehow the records kept rolling out, and Domino has just had the decency to reissue the first four, without extras or explanation, a decade after the pair went their separate ways.»
As Cave wrests spayed demons from his guttural guitar on the closing ‘Grinderman’ and a frazzled Ellis beats his cymbals into submission with a pair of shakers, there can be few doubting the excellence of what has just occurred. »
A record 48,000 revellers crossed the Solent for the seventh edition of Bestival, their rucksacks brimming with enough fancy costumes and illicit substances to allow the last major festival of the season to see out the summer in a suitably joyous haze. While rainclouds may have made the trip with them for only the second time in the festival's history, there was to be no repeat of 2008's apocalyptic scenes and an impressive line of ensured Rob and Josie Da Bank's 'year of the fantastic' had every chance of living up to its handle, even if some kids spent the entire weekend collecting cans and cups to recycle for 10p a pop...»
There are ten fine new songs here, each beautiful and sorrowful, sparse and complex, sacred and profane: this is what to expect from a new record by Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy.»
If you love Dawson or Lewis, you’re likely to love The Bundles, although you’re unlikely to be surprised by the contents of their debut album.»
The death of Tony (latterly Anthony H) Wilson, who signed first The Durutti Column then Curtis’s Joy Division to his Factory Records, was keenly felt across the music industry. Its impact on Reilly, who was at Wilson’s bedside at the very end, ran much deeper, and while this work is explicitly signalled as a ‘paean’ – literally a song of joy or exultation – it is one etched in melancholy notes.»
At 23 years of age, Lydon is actively announcing that Metal Box is a serious work. It certainly is that; it’s a stunning one too.»
Landing, unlike its predecessors, feels like a side-project.»
Like eggnog, it’s something that will always go down well once a year, even if it is probably just the once.»
We Love The City isn’t Hayman’s masterpiece – that was previous LP The Fidelity Wars. Still, it’s a high watermark in the career of an underappreciated talent.»
The seven bleak songs contained herein tiptoe around the fringes of melody. They constantly focus and refocus, leaving listeners with a feeling that something unknown is always going on in the background. They are like huge wall paintings lit only with a tiny candle: you are aware of their grandiose beauty even if you can’t quite make it out through the darkness.»
Has ever an odder collection of people got together to make music than Genesis P-Orridge, Cosey Fanni Tutti, Peter ‘Sleazy’ Christ»
Peanut butter-covered proto-punk, actor, drug-addled mental patient, rock’n’roll survivor, insurance salesman: Iggy Pop has been a lot of things. Never before, however, has he presented himself as a smooth French jazz singer, but, to some extent, that’s what he does on latest LP, Préliminaires.»