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A place that I heard on the radio never sleeps

Oh, Time Out New York, sometimes you really do disappoint me. You take the populist line on artists (which I sometimes doubt you’ve ever even heard). You champion local bands, even if they’re ‘a bit bobbins’ (step forward, Javelin). And, fundamentally, you just don’t seem to have the same critical clout that you once did. […]

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Doves, catch ’em while you can

‘The stage reeks of Manchester’. A great line, and one for which I can take no credit. As Doves walked onto the stage, in Hammersmith, it felt like the stage was suddenly a part of The North. It was an outpost of the Mancunian Republic. This, despite not a note being played, or a word […]

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Beyond eleven

Loud concerts can sometimes be bloody wonderful. Case #1: the Happy Mondays during their ‘we reformed for tax purposes’ gigs at the Brixton Academy. Bloody marvellous. They were a complete shambles on stage. Never ones to be known for their musical prowess – it didn’t matter. They made up for it – as they did […]