Hello friends, it’s WrestleMania Weekend which means that as you read this, I’m probably drunk and watching Swoggle fight a giant panda, but that hasn’t stopped me listening to music! So, take a seat in the Listening Booth and dive into what I’ve been plugging into my ears this week.Continue reading
Hello friends, welcome to The Listening Booth where I breakdown what I have been plugging into my ears in the last week. It’s part album reviews, part confessional and part me making everything about, well, me. This week we’re going into some heavy hitters as we kick things off with La Dispute, luxuriate in The Cinematic Orchestra and say goodbye with Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Enjoy.Continue reading
Hello friends, Romans and indeed countrymen, welcome to the Listening Booth where I ramble incoherently about what I’ve been putting in my ears. This week we’ve got some music that hit uncomfortably close to home for moi, the brilliantly named Mammoth Weed Wizard Bastard and a touch hardcore from last year that I never got a chance to talk about. Sound good? Too bloody right it does.Continue reading
Hello lovers. This week’s Listening Booth is bouncing all over the place as we kick things off with satanic doo-wop, dive into While She Sleeps’ latest and finish up with some pop-punk criminals. As usual, it’s a big old ramble with little relation to the real world, so grab yourself a seat and enjoy.Continue reading
Hello friends, welcome to the Listening Booth where, this week, we are firmly rooted in 2019. Yup, we’re not even taking a trip to Seattle as we instead focus on three albums that have been birthed into the world in the last month. From the brutality of Mastiff to the soaring anthems of Press Club, sit back and enjoy the ride.Continue reading
Heck are – and soon will have been – a special band. A band that made rock and roll exciting and dangerous. Seeing them live was like dancing along the edge of a cliff in the rain. There was always the chance they could slip, but while they balanced there, it was the most thrilling thing in the world.
If the last 24 hours has made anything clear, it’s that a generation of rock and metal fans still hold Linkin Park in their hearts. The music may have veered wildly off course in the last few years, but their brand of arena rock, rap and nu metal inspired a million kids into a passion for everything heavy. A huge part of which is because of the voice of Chester Bennington.
Rather than using pictures of Gene ugly mug I’m going to fill this post with music from young bands that represent the rock scene that is apparently dying.
In what may be the least of his crimes but perhaps the one that sums him up the best, Gene Simmons has attempted to trademark the Devil’s Horns. Yes, you read that right, he wants control over the hand gesture thrown by a million heavy metal fans and adopted as a central part of our culture. Why? Because in his twisted little mind he believes he invented it. Even if you ignore the falsehood of that in light of the claims of Ronnie James Dio and pictures of Coven doing it in 1967 six years before KISS formed, this is still the act of a puckered old arsehole and should be the final nail in the idea that we should care about Gene Simmons.
I’d love to know how many bands I’ve declared to be my favourite. From my early years when I couldn’t imagine not loving My Chemical Romance or Fall Out Boy to the fiery passion that Nirvana still raises in me. I fall in love with a different band on a near weekly basis, and the truth is I don’t have a favourite. I have a family of albums and songs that surround me and which make my life better. However, I’m going to go out on a limb and say that I haven’t been introduced to a band in the last ten years that mean more to me than letlive.
If 2016 has been a great year for film, it has been a spectacular one for music. Every week seemed to bring another incredible album from musicians both old and new. It also made putting this list together even harder than it normally is but somehow I managed. As usual, it is purely opinion, and you are welcome to tell me I’m wrong but don’t expect me to care.