The first thing that strikes me about speaking to the Metal God™ is the warmth of those dulcet Brummie tones. Greeting me with a hearty “Alright, mate”, I am at ease. With Rob Fucking Halford. CONTINUE READING THIS POST >
You don’t need Fused to tell you that 80s music seems to be enjoying a longer comeback than most nostalgia fads. It might be something to do with a return to Conservative-led austerity or it could just be that a lingering look back has revealed that the music of the era was actually pretty crack-a-lackin’.
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 >
It’s hard to remember back to early 2008, when Florence Welch was peddling Girls Aloud and Cold War Kids covers and testing out early ramshackle versions of her own material during those first formative shows. Fast forward to 2010, and she’s officially the UK’s biggest female solo star: she’s won a BRIT, collaborated with Lord Dizzee, contributed a song to the new ‘Twilight’ flick, and debut album ‘Lungs’ hasn’t been lodged from the Top 10 for nearly a year. Pretty good for a ginger from Camberwell.