On one of the coldest nights of winter so far, it was up to The XX to turn up the heat for Wolves Civic patrons despite the band’s reputation for being one of the coolest UK acts of recent years. Since that career-altering night in 2010 when they picked up the coveted Mercury Music Prize, the trio have been on an upward trajectory home and away; their music, a hypnotic synthesis of dreamy indie, skittering beats and effortless soul, has soundtracked all your favourite TV shows, been sampled by Rihanna, headed up festival stages and, in keeping with the band members’ avoidance of the limelight, unassumedly made its mark without ever resorting to cheap gimmickry.
Those clever people at high street store Peacocks have pulled in Daisy Lowe again to give the brand a much-needed injection of hipness. Collaborating with the It-girl to create a summery range of vintage-inspired beachwear the line will launch in May.
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Opening solo act, Gravenhurst, aka Bristolian, Nick Talbot, on guitar and a foot-forest of effects pedals was rather peculiar. Giving the appearance of the stereotypical, bespectacled, lank-haired college geek, but very far from it, his self-penned songs explore dark places with dystopian Gormenghast-like imagery and are far removed from the Folkie archetype.
When Kings of Leon brought The Whigs over to Hyde Park in the summer, they were welcomed into the unfamiliar company of A-list celebrities.
The Whigs are now hoping to emulate their friends’ success when they return to the UK later this month to open for the Kings of Leon on their European tour.
For Ian Astbury, The Cult has something of the power of a cult; not a homogenising hippy-ish commune, with robes and hidden sexual practices (although that sounds like a cracking basis for any rock-troupe), I really just mean that he’s seemingly been unable to leave – name changes, two reunions and tens of members later he’s still creating. CONTINUE READING THIS POST >