The Underground Stage
“Naughty Boys are only three gigs into their life but are well in the same bin as Pist Idiots or Drunk Mums. There’s all the snot you’d ever need, but they’re also the most playful bunch of ratbags you’ll ever see, messing with the punk formula to include all sorts of daft genre notes. Punk […]
“That Georgia Mulligan howl is something special. It’s a Tuesday night, the whole venue is as dark as the inside of a cow, and that typhoon of a voice – overlaid on the most delicate of music – just sweeps everything else out of sight. I could die standing right here and barely even notice. […]
“One of the guitarists in Good Pash starts off tonight by pondering whether to keep the leopard-print jacket on or not. The decision is made to keep it on, but wear it *over* the guitar straps. This may be one of the greatest rock n roll decsions ever made while onstage. With that settled, they […]
“Aw, hey Pals! There’s such a warm and electric sense of urgency in every note here – there’s a perfect balance here between utter chaos and rich songwriting, it’s like watching a troop of drunk monkeys performing an Ibsen play. That’ll mash your synapses.” Facebook | Instagram | Twitter
“You know what it’s like when someone walks into a room, and without raising their voice becomes the loudest thing in the room? Yeah, Sketch Jets. Sonics.” Facebook | Instagram
“I missed Wartt Gunn supporting Wawawow recently, but they’re cut from the same barking cloth. As they barrel through a series of jagged and loopy tracks tonight, it’s clear they’re not travelling to the beat of any of your normal drums. This is future-garage – rough of edge, massive of pupil, and like the aliens […]
“Holy shit, Wayward’s is going absolutely bammo for Stumps – the crowdsurfing is endemic, and that thumping, rolling set of tunes, overlaid with the baritone madness is burning the doors down. Also, until you’ve heard Arctic Monkeys’ “When The Sun Goes Down” done by a deep-voiced man in Australia who looks like a geography teacher whose […]
“First time seeing SCK CHX, and the thing that hits you – runs up behind you and batters you round the back of the head with a great big brick – is the unceasing energy and fire that burns throughout. The songs clatter from wiry and angular to flat-out and foot on-the-floor to screaming up […]
“Skivvy Season start off like Flowertruck – sad jangly songs about long-distance relationships, with the single largest guitar pedal board I have ever seen – and end up meandering through some truly lovely songs, some as big as a barn, like Pro Vita channelling The Cure. Seriously – this is bloody gorgeous. And a bit […]