The Book of My Silent Wake: a chronicle of the final live ritual; plus MMV – MMXXV reviewed

  1. The Beautiful South
  2. In the Beginning (2004):
  3. ‘The Festival of Ostentatious Raffle Calls’
  4. My Misplaced Concern for Plymouth’s Piss-Poor Pubs
  5. Gig Day
  6. The Gig
  7. The Cold Bleak Light of the Following Day
  8. The Review

The Beautiful South

Friday 29th August I set off to see the last ever live performance of UK doom legends My Silent Wake. It was taking place the following day at the One For Sorrow festival @ the Junction, Plymouth.

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Bozos E.P. Frozen Death; high-octane rock n roll at its scorching best!

Bozos are a booze-fuelled rocket of behemoth rock n roll; an unstoppable juggernaut of brain-shaking sonic bliss. It doesn’t matter if you want to bang your head, bounce in the mosh pit, punch a fist or boogie on down, Bozos have got you covered every second of six track E.P. Frozen Death (the band’s third E.P., not debut as this post initially said in the title – sorry!).

Title track ‘Frozen Death’ opens with a Gotham City vibe before breaking into a sound dirtier than Jimmy Carr’s sense of humour and sexier than his mum the night she conceived him. Continue reading

BE N!CE: WHERE AM I?

BE N!CE’s debut EP WHERE AM I? opens with ‘GET A JOB’ a track reminiscent of Jack of Jill’s ‘When I Am Queen’. Though musically this is a little faster while carrying a greater weight; the latter in much part thanks to the powerful Continue reading

The Grapes of Rock: AC/DC bow out with fruit salad of rock ‘n’ roll ecstasy!  

Unusual for me to be lost for words, but that I fully was when opening an email a few weeks back claiming to be from a major record label. It asked if I wanted to be involved in an incredible project involving one of the biggest bands around. It turned out to be true, the band in question wanting to make their last ever release special for a number of reasons, one of which being only asking a handful of independent reviewers to review it pre release. Continue reading