Post-punk? Post-Rock? Dundalk’s Just Mustard are Post-Everything. Released via Partisan Records, ‘Still’ fetters a ‘pop song’ inside bludgeoning amplified abstractions. Wishing, in their own words, “the listener to feel like they’re on a train going through a tunnel”, these erstwhile…
Being from a rural village in Devon, you get used to the small-town mentality of it all – the local news’ biggest story of the year is covering the flower show and yearly fete, or, if we’re going to really…
In the world’s broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sang across the page of ‘A Psalm of Life’, urging for life to…
A deep, searing urge seeks to flee from within the cracked indentations of permanence. A burning inclination not for acceptance, but for learning – to at least be questioned for your perception and your desires, rather than having your sense…
It’s sweltering, the air-con’s broken, the Nevada air sticks like velcro, prickly and fastening. Yet you’re moving like your life depends on it, the physical motion electric to the skin, every pore burning with adrenaline. This is ‘Hot Heater’, the…
It’s pretty difficult to pin down at just what moment everything clicked and made Fontaines D.C. quite clearly the household name they are today. What’s not incomprehensible is the why. ‘Dogrel’ was the poetically-absorbing embodiment of the modern day –…
If there’s one way to announce the release of your first record, doing so with a six-minute, two-part smash of a single with vigorous and enraptured aplomb is probably the way to do it. Having whipped everyone into a frenzy…