Review
by Clive Drew
They’re from Sweden, they’re self-proclaimed ‘psychedelic rockers’, they look like how you’d imagine the hypothetical lovechild of the Black Crowes’ Chris Robinson and the male members of the Dandy Warhols to look and their name suggests that they were probably playing American enormodromes with Whitesnake and Def Leppard back in the 1980s.»
Review
by Clive Drew
Fierce Panda and Pointy Records' regular night Club Fandango has gone from a lowly occasional Tuesday night at Camden’s Dublin Castle to establishing itself as one of London’s most eclectic indie nights. Fistful of Fandango is their new mini-festival and DiS popped along to check it out»
In Depth by Clive Drew
In the smallest, airless dressing room imaginable sits Maxi Browne, lead singer and principal songwriter of the UK’s leading purveyors of glam King Adora. Despite it being late afternoon, Maxi is bedecked in a leopardskin jacket, a skinny-fit t-shirt so small it exposes his midriff and a pair of flared jeans complete with metal bell-like decorations on either side. His eyes display a smattering of black eyeliner. Browne fiddles nervously with his packet of Marlboro Reds as he prepares to spill the beans on KA’s new musical direction, band split rumours and those Manics comparisons»
Review
by Clive Drew
“HELLLOOO!” screams Eastern Lane’s permed frontman Derek Meins, sporting possibly the worst hair in rock, during their introductory ‘song’. Actually to call it a song is flattery, it’s more an amalgamation of ramshackle, spiky guitars, and shouty Scottish vocals, and sets the tone for much of the band’s set.»
Review
by Clive Drew
For many it's a sight they'd never thought they'd see again: Carl Barât and Pete Doherty singing side by side into the same microphone, gazing into one another's eyes, united in fellowship and both well on their way to realising the Arcadian dream. It's been a turbulent year for the Libs.»
