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The Hives
Death, taxes, The Hives. You’ve got to hand it to Fagersta’s five favourite sons: their stubborn resistance to change, an AC/DC-esque determination to make the same record again and again, has placed them on the pedestal of life’s...
Teenage Cancer Trust: Beatles classics, Pulp...
Paul McCartney “Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall” sang John Lennon on The Beatles’ ‘A Day In The Life’. And as the great man’s spoken voice reverberates around the Royal Albert Hall in between songs...
Mystery Jets
A subverted American flag (lovingly crafted by Blaine’s mum) hangs above the stage, with ‘Radlands’ emblazoned across it. Mystery Jets are teetering on the advent of a new era; a new ‘concept’ album about America, new band members and,...
Drake
Shut the hell up, O2 Arena! Drake has something he wants to say. “Seriously y’all, I feel like London is responsible for so much of my career. So this isn’t just a concert, it’s a party. It’s a celebration of me!” Yep, tonight’s the...
The Black Keys/Arctic Monkeys
Four UK Number One albums in, it’s easy to forget that Arctic Monkeys are not universally the success story they are at home. When they take to the stage on the second of two dates supporting The Black Keys at Madison Square Garden, the stadium...
Ceremony
“ I’m sick! I’m sick! I’m sick! Sick! Sick! Sick! ” Somewhere beneath a 20-strong pile of bodies, Ross Farrar is not so much venting his spleen as squeezing it to the size of a Malteser and letting every last drop of hate and misanthropy...
Paul Weller
The lager pumps are in overdrive, Liam Gallagher roams the venue in search of VIP sanctuary; the Roundhouse spins with anticipation of the latest Resurrection Of Weller. The glorious glam-punk reinvention of his ‘Wake Up The Nation’ era...
Odd Future
"I might actually piss myself during this song,” grumbles Tyler, The Creator, clutching his crotch like a schoolboy asking to be excused from class. “So if anyone’s gonna film this – upload it to YouTube or some messed up shit – at least...
Laura Marling
Perched on the end of a leather sofa, Laura Marling’s demure demeanour doesn’t really fit in with the vast surroundings of Hammersmith Apollo’s green room. These walls, decked in posters and covered with scrawled signatures, are more used to...
LMFAO
"How many party pimps in the house tonight?” asks DJ Redfoo. About half of a sold-out Shepherds Bush Empire, probably not that acquainted with the fine print of party pimping but eager to rise to the occasion anyway, bellow back. “And how many...
