There are few bands that hold their hometowns close to their hearts. Down are such a band. Almost synonymous with New Orleans for two decades, they have come to represent the musical force of the city with vehemence and power. An assimilation of members of Corrosion of Conformity, EyeHateGod, Crowbar and of course Pantera, they [...]
‘I might not be in magazines as a heart throb face but in a few devoted hearts I’ve found a strong fan base’ sings Jeffrey Lewis on ‘Cult Boyfriend’. The first clause may be a bit harsh but the second is certainly true. Lewis is an artist who for over a decade now has circled [...]
B Dolan, Dan le Sac and Buddy Peace drifted into town last night. I hadn’t seen the latter before this but Dolan has played previously with Le Sac on last year’s tour with Scroobius Pip. The setup for this appearance was somewhat different though, with both Le sac and Peace doing solo sets before the [...]
Henry Rollins just turned 50. This is something he references frequently throughout his spoken word set in the Black Box in Galway which ended just over an hour ago. There are, however, no evident signs of him slowing down, which is something that is a benefit to us all. Over two hours of frantic, entertaining, [...]
The thing about Mountain Goats songs is that they’re generally quite short. This is very good news for fans who go to see them live, as it means that the chances of hearing their favourites are greatly increased. There is a huge range from which such choices can be made, this being the 20th year [...]
Scroobius Pip is becoming a somewhat regular visitor to Galway throughout the last few years. From the early appearances with Dan Le Sac in De Burgos, to their most recent shows in Kellys and The Roisin Dubh. This is, however, the first time that Pip has wrapped up his belongings in a handkerchief on a [...]
After a nine year wait, I finally got to see Hank III perform live last Sunday night (13th Sept). I’ll cut to the chase by saying that it didn’t disappoint. In fact, it excelled any expectations that I may have had. I travelled (once again) from Galway, the bog’s arse of Ireland over to London [...]
You would never have known there was a festival on as you approached Pont de St-Cloud on Saturday 29th August. The trains were sparsely crowded with the usual mixture of commuters, tourists and kids. Only walking up to the densely foliated parks, did crowds begin to assimilate and flow into the slipstreams. Promoters handed out [...]
‘You’ll have to put my daughter up on your shoulders so that she can show her tits to the camera’.
I left, dazed, battered and happier than I had been in a long damn time. I slept well that night too, for it wasn’t over yet.