Sexed-up, sweaty, self-aggrandising electro-R&B man with a moustache Har Mar Superstar came to Coventry recently, leaving us all feeling just a bit unclean. As though we’d been tampered with. And there’s pictures, too…
They weren’t playing anywhere near us, so Birmingham-based soundtrack/60s French pop-inspired Broadcast force us to travel to London to see them…
Our man Jim W manages to find something to do in Birmingham of an evening - stalk Mira & Helen of Ladytron at the ultra-pretentious Medicine Bar…
Even on a Sunday, he turns it out - the man of the moment GC rocks it like no other can, despite the near unrockable audience…
Devouring the beats, pissing rhymes and dumping on all the other MCs from a great height - Gold Chains brings his hip-hop-mod-glitch-ambient-punk-electro-jitter-noise super soul revue to the UK and Europe.
First missive from paper-jams’s SARS dodging foreign correspondent finds Dave Gorman playing Sydney Opera House
Not for me propping up the bar trying to look cool. I was down the front pogoing and roaring like a twat. Like a twat.