Maybe it’s a symptom of spending too much time on the Internet and in clubs rather than the real world, but I’m starting to associate Bombay Bicycle Club more with this kind of soaring dance remix than the jangling indie they’re perhaps more known for. Or maybe it’s a symptom of Flipbook’s soaring remix, IDK. Whatever the ailment, I gotta say I’m enjoying...
Run Toto Run: devoid of necks
Matt shakes his head, raises a fist to the blue, vapour-trail-free sky, and shouts “Damn you!” in mock-anguish. He has no-one in particular to be angry with, but is still frustrated – and for good reason.
He ought to be in New York, playing the violin; instead, Eyjafjallajokull’s petulant ash-gasm means all flights are nixed...
I recently did a phone interview with Orlando Weeks from The Maccabees and while he literally couldn’t have been nicer, it was slightly frustrating to see the interview printed in The Nottingham Evening Post as a very edited, fragmented and watered down version of the original. So here is the interview with him in all its original, more music geeky form. It is pretty...
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