Fall Out Boy live review in Kerrang issue 1141
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Fall Out Boy live review in Kerrang issue 1141
While I work on organising MORE scans for you lot (yup, Still going! Still lingering, here....), Here's yet another tiny little exerpt; just to tide yous over.
KERRANG! - FEBRUARY 05, 2000 // ISSUE #787
This reminds me -- I should get back into Goldfinger! I've been slacking, recently...
SMASHING BUMPKINS! - Muse live review [NME (February 26th, 2000)
SMASHING BUMPKINS!
Muse
Leeds Duchess of York (February 15th, 2000)
Bombastic bassline? Check. Portentous lyrics? Check. Andes-scaling, Atlantic-sweeping, heart-conquering chorus? Mais oui. You join us during Muse’s new single, ‘Sunburn’, a song that wields its devotional, black-veiled misery like a parchment-bound crucifix: a hand-wringing lament so helplessly anguished, so ancient, you can imagine Methuselah himself whistling it in the shower.
What’s more, ‘Sunburn’ – tonight pinned and stretched by a taut, extended white-metal coda worthy of Metallica – is almost indecently beautiful; its black heart engorged with regret, its soul swollen-to-bursting by a lifetime of guilt. It’s the kind of high-wire theatrical elegy that Suede and their gushing brethren can only dream about. And it’s not even their best song.
That Muse are, well, different there is no doubt. For starters, everything about the Devonshire threesome is huge – their choruses shudder like newly awakened volcanoes, their riffs shift like Jurassic plates, and singer Matthew Bellamy’s voice doesn’t so much plunder new territory as clamber over snowcapped mountain ranges before plummeting to the depths of the darkest ocean. For all the above, and more, Muse have been accused of (whisper it) prog rockery; a yawningly lax tag, oft distributed to those deemed adventurous enough not to make like the Stereophonics.
Yet the allegation just isn’t true. Sure, Muse may radiate the essence of prog rock – the desire to do more, to be more – but the them-and-us snobbery and dank fug of damp-bearded academia that characterised the bulk of prog rock’s random harvest are simply not on the Muse agenda. While prog rock’s kaftan-stroking forerunners – Pink Floyd, et al – revelled in their detached iciness, Muse radiate passion and warmth like nobody else.
It’s an aesthetic that has informed pop’s finest envelope-pushers – from David Bowie and The Velvet Underground all the way to The Flaming Lips and Radiohead. Those wild-eyed visionaries who wanted, who needed to know what it’s like to as Brian Eno once put it – “be otherwise”. And tonight, with a performance of such breathtaking, astonishing, heart-swelling power, it’s hardly surprising audience members are wiping away the odd tear; Muse suggest membership to such a hallowed fraternity is their birthright.
Mind you, Muse don’t look like pop stars. Matt’s a dead ringer for Michael J Fox – a tiny, bird-like child-man dressed-down in Communism a go-go grey. Towering bassist Chris Wolstenholme, on the other hand, is a scowling, near-motionless foil to Matt’s leaping dervish, while drummer Dominic Howard is virtually invisible – a blur of arms and sweat-blind enthusiasm. But, crucially, Muse act like pop stars.
During ‘Agitated’ – a full-blown thrash-punk brawl kissed, bizarrely, by the most serene of melodies – Matt wrestles with his guitar, playing it behind his neck before thrusting it skywards in grand deference to the mighty god of Metal. In lesser mitts, such textbook rockisms would have their perpetrators charged with grand wankery. But the beauty of this barely 20-something trio is that any latent clichés are subverted and headed off before they reach Pretension Pass. So while the fallen-angel swoon of ‘Unintended’ attracts the first lighters of the night, its knife-edge paranoia ensures any straggling Bryan Adams fans are swiftly bound and gagged.
By the time newie ‘Plug-In Baby’ unfolds into a near-orgasmic crush of glacial emotion and Grimm-esque portent, it’s almost too much for some. Hardened stage-divers are hushed into submission; even little Matt is rubbing his eyes like an exhausted toddler. As divine closer ‘Showbiz’ squeezes itself through Heaven’s gates, Matt demolishes his guitar before storming offstage. Yet it’s neither embarrassing or self-indulgent. It’s simply necessary.
The best new band in Britain? You better believe it.
Sarah Dempster
Photographer: Roger Sargent
Translator's Note: Truly, I do enjoy finding these really, really old and early articles of Muse. It's not easy to find, but it's worth it when I can find it and pin down the date and magazine it came from.
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Live Review: Super Furry Animals and Getdown Services at O2 Apollo Manchester 21 May 2026
Words: Ben Forrester I’d been playing gig bingo with myself pretty much all night. Even when trying to remember how to walk to the Apollo, I simply followed the bald dudes seemingly in their late 40s in old school Adidas wear. Tonight we’re getting nostalgic, as Wales premier psych pop heroes Super Furry Animals play a sold out show at the legendary Manchester venue as part of their first UK…
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Review: In Kingston, Bedouin Soundclash Are Home
Queen’s University alumni and former Kingston, ON residents Bedouin Soundclash returned to town on Sunday, 26 January to finish an intimate run of dates in smaller Canadian towns and cities, playing acoustic shows to sold-out halls and clubs.
Singer-guitarist Jay Malinowski and bassist Eon Sinclair met in 2000 when the two lived across from each other in residence at Waldron Tower as first-year students at Queen’s. Bonding over a shared love for reggae music helped Jay find his place in Kingston and at Queen’s, a university that had felt decidedly a little too hipster for him at times. Changing his mind about transferring out to somewhere else, Jay instead started Bedouin Soundclash with Eon, playing to modest but enthusiastic local crowds in dimly lit student pubs and at open mics.
They soon added percussionist Pat Pengelly to become a trio and their debut album Root Fire came out the following year, taking the band across Canada and beyond, playing to delighted audiences, all while the band still juggled midterms and assignments with their rockstar commitments. By the time they had graduated in 2004, released their acclaimed second album Sounding A Mosaic and moved base to Toronto, Bedouin were truly on their way to becoming one the best-loved bands of that ’00s Canadian indie music scene.
They have gone on to see it all— the Vancouver Olympics, CBC children’s television, #1 records, JUNOs, being darlings of BBC 6 Music, seas of fans, festival headlines and adoration from all over the world. It was a refreshing change of pace for them then, to bring it back home to where they began, in small, relaxed and lively rooms where the invisible barrier between artist and audience slowly disappears.
The band played songs from their latest album, the 2022 release We Will Meet In A Hurricane, such as the spirited ‘Walk Through Fire’, and classics celebrating 20 years of Sounding A Mosaic, both eagerly received by the crowd, who sang along and never made it feel like there were only two music makers in the room. Malinowski also took to the stage alone to perform some of his solo work as he plans to release an album later this year. There were some protest folk songs and other tender personal moments like his song ‘Deepest Blue’, written about his love for his son, all while lifting the curtain behind some of his and Bedouin’s best-loved work, revealing the Kingston streets he was walking down as he wrote their early songs (as well as an infamous foam party at Queen’s, where he and Tony Rabalao first met in passing).
More than anything else, the evening with Bedouin Soundclash was filled with a comfortable warmth and a sense of love, togetherness and community. Just before leaving the stage for the last time, Jay said to the crowd, I hope you all felt love tonight. Looking around the content room of Kingston fans, I can only affirm that they did.
In the chorus of their globally-loved 2004 single, the band sing, when the night hears my song, I’ll be home. On Sunday night in Kingston, ON, Bedouin Soundclash truly were home.
Jay drops in to talk ahead of Bedouin Soundclash's Kingston, ON show
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