While Kasabian’s visit to Wolves doesn’t strictly represent a homecoming, there’s a heightened sense of expectancy in the sold-out Civic for the rock ‘n’ rollers from Leicester. There’s a lot of love in the build-up to the band’s intro and even more as they rattle through their hits; the reaction is the type reserved for bands returning to their hometown or, in Kasabian’s case (despite being Midlanders of the ‘East’ variety), bands that have transcended their origins to become a band of the people – wherever the hell they play. CONTINUE READING THIS POST >

Even before this Easter Sunday gig the crowd are buoyed by the tracks in between the support act of Ocean Colour Scene guitarist Steve Cradock’s solo outing and the anticipation of Beady Eye’s first Wolves appearance. CONTINUE READING THIS POST >

America had the Rat Pack: Frank, Dean, Sammy, they were friends and confidants of Mafiosi and Presidents. They are the Platonic ideal of the all-round entertainer. In Britain we’ve got Bruce Forsyth, not so dangerous perhaps but perfectly able to pull off a song, a dance and some passable acting, and arrange to have you wake up to a horse-head bedfellow. 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’.

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On Saturday the 13th June the Love Music Hate Racism arrives in Wolverhampton for its first ever airing in the city. At the head of this worthy cause is one of the best things to catapult out of Birmingham, the Scarlet Harlots. CONTINUE READING THIS POST >