Hey. Hey. I enjoyed your show. You rocked, the way only ladies can rock. I’ve been waiting eight years to see you play live. No disappointments there. Yeah? Thanks man. Loved the fact you only played for around – what was it? – 35 minutes. No chance of boredom. Loved the grungy minimalism. You […]
We’re going on a song hunt. We’re going to find a great one. What a beautiful day! We’re not scared. Uh-uh! Riot Grrrl Scary, caring Riot Grrrl. We can’t go over it. We can’t go under it. Oh no! We’ve got to go through it! Roar-rrrrah! Roar-rrrrah! Roar-rrrrah! We’re going on a song hunt. We’re going to find a great one. What […]
By Alexis Late Photo by David McNamee A good friend who keeps her finger on the pulse on all things Riot Grrrl related, its various incarnations since its initial explosion in the early 90s, alerted me to the online presence of a label called Tuff Enuff records, based in Brighton and the spawn of, in […]
The second song on their new EP reminds me of the last Hole song I ever liked, ‘Malibu’. We’ve been here before, but I make no apologies. Wendy’s voice still gets me – tears me apart – 25 years on. And maybe it gets me even harder these days, because it reminds me of all […]
You missed out. Sorry, but that’s the bare truth of the matter. Here, have some reports. (Part one: the realisation.) “MOTHER! YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO DANIEL JOHNSTON! DON’T YOU KNOW THE KIDS CARE WHAT YOU WEAR?” (Neil Noon) Here, have some music. I heard this from the street before walking into Horse & Groom. […]
Well why not, I thought to myself. Why, well not express appreciation for anger and determination and fire and verve well expressed. Well, why not express appreciation for a voice that – man it could knock those seagulls down from those gutters where they spend their time plotting against those without helmets, such is its […]
This is me, right now. This is Alison’s Birthday. Spot the connection? Thought you would. It’s pretty fucking obvious really. I AM ON FUCKING FIRE. The difference between you and me is I have never doubted my own taste, not once. As someone from New Zealand put it: Allisons birthday is pretty neat. Go Shawty, […]
Think somewhere between Pram and early Broadcast, that cerebral and slightly krautrocky, wide-eyed and naîve psychedelia, free of drug-addled influence and wah-pedals – but also not at all.
Just a glorious mess of noise and guitar and boy-girl vocals and repetition and humour and squealing and bruised two chord riffage and start-up over again and colour-by harmonies.
I’m very pleased to hear that The Boy Least Likely To is still making music as lovable and cuddly as ever.