As Crushed As Anything

… aaaaand we’re over the hump of the week. Happy Wednesday afternoon, everyone! Oh go on. Be happy. Be happy in my stead. I’m all broken-hearted because one of my favourite indie rock bands, As Tall As Lions, are no more. They have expired. They are late lions. Admittedly, they’re not dead in any sense but conceptually, but that’s enough for me. The lads said of the break-up that “there is no sadness on our side, and we hope there is none on yours“, but all the same, this is woeful news. Now, you guyses and galsies might not have heard As Tall As Lions before, as I don’t recall ever catching a glimpse of even a nose outside of the US (I found them through Last.FM, when I noticed an American buddy had been playing a lot of their stuff), but all the same, indulge me. This week’s “hump” is … There’s more

Hard Working Class Cousins

There’s some really dynamite collective nouns out there. Murder of crows aside, there’s a smack of jellyfish, a sleuth of bears, a pounce of cats, an unkindness of ravens and (apparently) an implausibility of gnus. Recently while walking up O’Connell Street I came up with a “depression of junkies”, but now I need one for cousins. Maybe a carafe of cousins? The reason for this is that in the run up to this year’s Hard Working Class Heroes, members of three Dublin based acts on the rise and in this year’s lineup have outed themselves as none other than a carafe of cousins. Chris and Laura Coffey of The Holy Roman Army, Dorothy Cotter aka EleventyFour and Billy Fitzgerald of The Dead Flags, to be precise. All three acts will be performing over the coming days for this year’s festival, and if Dorothy gets her way they might even come … There’s more

Album Review: Phil Selway - Familial

So, this is what it sounds like when the drummer of one of the biggest band’s in the world leaves down his sticks and goes it alone. While Thom Yorke’s The Eraser furthered the more eclectic streak of Radiohead’s work, Philip Selway’s endeavour is surprisingly restrained and lands firmly under the title of ‘acoustic singer song-writer’; a penchant which tends to yield nothing more than a stifled yawn these days such is the plethora of guitar-clad troubadours emerging. With vocals bordering on a whisper and a general air of restraint present, Familial does little to break such pigeon-holing on first impressions. Yet, as the gentle croon and delicate licks fall into place it becomes clear that Selway has crafted a complete record; one to be absorbed in it’s entirety and one which only shows it’s true beauty upon repeated exploration. For a man who spent his years battering pig skin, Selway certainly has a canny ear … There’s more