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By Eleanor Stammeijer (@ElStammJam) 3.10.15, O2 Shepherd's Bush Empire, London Dublin indie boys Raglans are supporting tonight, strolling on-stage at eight o’clock sharp, an unassuming group featuring four guys all wearing tight black skinny jeans. Unfortunately their first couple of songs fail to win over the crowd, though their newer material fares better. Lyrics blur together a little too readily in most of the songs, apart from one carefully enunciated line of “fuckin’ prick”. Most distracting of all is Dan’s...

By Mani Khawaja (@manikhawaja88) I’ll start off this review with an honest disclaimer. I’m not a fan of instrumentals. I believe that lyrics are one of the most important elements, if not the most important element, of a song. So when I received Colours, the latest offering from Glasgow-based post rock band Vasa, I was surprised to find myself blown away. The first track, ‘Smashlettes’, is manic and energetic right off the bat, maintaining a feel-good, positive vibe via an infectious...

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By Kane Power (@ElHeavio) So often, trendy bands are overrated. Playing a style just far enough from mainstream to be considered cool or edgy provides an easy leap for a large amount of people to make, and so often, what could have been a good band if left to play shitty basement venues for another year becomes something utterly boring; tailor made for Buzzfeed ‘best-of’ playlists. How often do we hear the ‘next big thing’ release an album of over-produced...

NYC-natives The Jaguar Club will be stopping off for a quick UK tour next week before heading out on a US tour with Idlewild. If you're in the neighbourhood of Manchester/London/Bognor Regis you can pick up a ticket for the tour from the band's  Facebook page. The Jaguar Club UK Tour Dates 8th October - Manchester - Castle Hotel 9th October - London - The Hope and Anchor 10th October - London - New Cross Inn 11th October - Bognor Regis - Rockaway Beach Festival

The video for 'Mother Nature' has left an aftermath, and their names are Mingey and Party Boy. The two snails, stars of CuckooLander's latest video, have since been adopted by the singer and are living the life in a snail-ised castle estate. Watch Mingey and Party Boy in action below, not entirely out-shining CuckooLander's dangerously catchy pop jams. “With the video we wanted to bring back elements of educational videos you would watch at school mixed with retro TV shows like...

By Julia Prigmore (@JuliaPrigmore) The Gates, the latest release from Toronto trio Young Empires, is an evolutionary step ahead of their previous output.  Previous EP Wake All My Youth is overwhelmed here with defiant, heavy electro beats and catchy melodic chants, standing tall in the alternative dance and indie pop scene. The sonic fluidity of the album is a reflection of its recording process. Vlahovich has stated that the trio nurtured an experimental, unrestricted atmosphere in the studio, playing each...

By Emma Silverthorn (@HouseOf_Gazelle) As the centenary of the Suffragette movement is marked this year and the inevitable backlash from the men’s rights movement is heard, accusing those women instrumental in it of: ‘demanding the rights but not the responsibilities of equality,’ Vital Xposure’s The Disappearance Dorothy Lawrence is a much needed antidote. Dorothy tries to claim both and the reaction against her for doing so is simply put, odious. Dorothy was the only female reporter on the front lines...

By Richard Broome (@richbroome_tog) I am sat in a rather intimate, underground screening room at the British Film Institution. Drinks are flowing, the atmosphere is positive. The head of Spinefarm records stands up and makes a short introductory speech to get the eager audience whipped up for what is sure to be a special screening. This is Rammstein, after all. Expect the unexpected (and singed eyebrows). He sits down, the lights dim and the screen turns black. A single red...