Fate Of The Sun reckons we live in a dystopian mess of a world, so much so he feels like he’s living in the cruddy future originally envisioned in 1982 sci-fi flick Blade Runner, and who are we to argue when he cries he’s “had enough of this crazy spice infested town”, “they gambled itContinue reading “Fate Of The Sun – Blade Runner 1999”
One of the perils of 21st Century living, when you’re casually, nonchalantly scrolling through the instagram account of an old partner and, horror of horrors, your clumsy sausage fingers tap the screen on a picture from 36 weeks ago. You try to tap again to undo it but, in the fluster, end up sending overContinue reading “The K’s – Picture”
Sometimes all you need to make surefire danceable rock’n’roll is guitars, drums and a frontman with an excitable yelp. Thankfully Landfill received the memo and made a band around it. Mutiny shoots and lands somewhere between Buzzcocks and Supergrass. Last year the 2000s alt scene was given the grim name of ‘indie landfill’, this MedwayContinue reading “Landfill – Mutiny”
This song is rude. And should be danced to on the dancefloor of an indie club, if indie clubs still exist. The debut single from Isle of Wight band, Wet Leg, deadpan spoken word double entendre asking someone to get naughty on a chaise longue over art rock guitars and a drum machine. More please.