With such a large and diverse selection of bands I was spoilt for choice; my only regret is that I didn’t see enough. All that can be asked of Wild Paths Festival going forward is that it keeps true to its local-community-led approach while still aiming even bigger and better. I really hope it is here to stay and can grow and support itself over the years to come.
If you’re remotely interested in listening to guitar music, do your ears a favour and go and see these guys right now (ideally supporting Sunn O))) ). Watching Caspar Brötzmann Massaker perform takes me back to my earliest experiences listening to rock music, and reminds me of everything that made the electric guitar sound so exciting in the first place – so dangerous, so limitless, and so utterly essential to living.
It goes without saying that Cattle Decapitation are one of a kind. They’re a forward-thinking outfit that hit harder than most but underpin their brutality with a globally conscious viewpoint steeped in frustration at every moronic misstep that our species manages to take with each passing day. So why are they so damn enjoyable to watch? Well, that’s what tonight aims to uncover.
I think Dani Filth is one of the best extreme metal vocalists around: ultra-distinctive, versatile, and not to mention an outstanding song- and lyric-writer. And Cruelty is possibly his finest work . . . it’s clear from this show that they’re going through something of an internal renaissance, bouncing back rejuvenated. Even if you missed this special show, now is a very good time to go and see Cradle of Filth.
The Sax Man came to Tufnell Park as Rivers of Nihil played an unforgettable album show of Where Owls Know My Name, at the Dome.
Qujaku are not at the point in their career where they can yet play venues big enough for a production as impressive as IMPATV have brought here, but they’re so good it probably won’t be long. You don’t want to miss this tour.
Between the set-list, the gorgeous visuals and the curation of the whole evening’s entertainment, there’s a sense of watching something that had been honed to perfection before anyone had even gotten a glimpse of it. The sound is immaculately crisp, Miller’s guitar slotting neatly between post-punk breeze and jagged-pop swagger, and a trio of covers towards the set’s end wink at nostalgia while staying true to the band’s idiosyncrasies.
Track Not Found? Think Kate Bush with a punk sensibility – imagine she grew up listening to Nirvana and Riot Grrrl hooked up with Natasha Khan and started a band.
Mallory Knox approached their final London show with all the professionalism and energy that made them such a force in the alternative scene. It may feel as though it’s over a little too soon, but fans at the Underworld can take some comfort in the fact that they have a few more good memories of the band to leave with.
This is a band on the form of their lives; and with another run of shows planned in January, this momentum doesn’t seem to be slowing down anytime soon.
Post-metal legends Pelican return to Manchester, laying waste to Gorilla’s rich haunt with their devastatingly expansive live experience.
Devotees to the sounds of hipness, rejoice! The time has come for your sacred, yearly mass, for Pitchfork Festival will shortly return, bigger and bolder than ever, for its ninth consecutive year at the Grande Halle de La Villette in Paris.
The Wizard may have cleaned up their sound a little since the old days. . . But what’s left is a very solid band. . . There were motorbike chases, lesbian vampires, and leather-clad dominatrixes on the screen? Really? I hadn’t noticed.
Paul Gilbert is not just a terrific guitar player, but a fantastic entertainer too. Watching a two-hour show with no vocals just focusing on guitar work may sound like something only of interest to guitarists, but Gilbert provides a much broader appeal than this.
Her mixture of classical tinged virtuoso playing and math-infused polyrhythms manages to completely sidestep the obtuse trappings of both, with a weightless stage prescience deftly mixing the top 10 chart of Ancient Greece with the star gazing of Clapham Common.
Melt-Banana . . . exude a fervent passion for their music and a sense of hyperactive aggression underpins their work that’s not lost on the crowd, who spend the full set in a desperate, sweaty crush to get a foot closer to the riffs.