music reviews

Ling Tosite Sigure (AKA Sigure) returned to the UK to play London's Inigo at the O2 on Saturday July 11. "Hi everyone, we
A Best of Scandal CD is available from JPU Records on 4th May and they tour the USA, Mexico and Hong Kong later in the year
Anyone who remembers Gary Numan from his heyday will picture a cold, distant robot like character who sung of alienation and a dark future. While the songs of alienation are still key to his art, the man himself now takes on the persona of a preacher spreading the word to the converted.
So 2014 comes to an end and another skull crushingly dull X-Factor winner tops the charts. Yay! But leaving Nicki Minaj's dreadfully inept Anaconda and Avril Levigne's hilariously awful Hello Kitty! aside, it's actually been a great year for music and some genuinely enjoyable songs have sailed its waves. Yarrrr!
Seeing an act live has the ability to turn you from impartial listener to major fan. It's happened to me only a couple of times. Muse, Bombay Bicycle Club, Little Dragon, all amazing acts to see live and absolute headliners. Last night though, I walked away from a gig with Tina Arena far more impressed than I've ever been.
His voice improved as the nearly 90-minute set went on, about half of which he retired to the keyboards sitting on the raised platform to the right of the drummer, when he wasn't centre stage holding court.
At Victoria Park he recognised that not everyone in attendance was a Nas fan and many weren't even born when the album was released. Here he said ''I'm Nas for those that done know me, I'm the one that said hip-hop was dead!
It is a little after 9 PM on a calm summer Monday night and I am somewhere inside The Forum, London, where Japanese pop/death metal sensations Babymetal are playing their first headline UK show.
Cut to this year's Wireless in Finsbury Park, and it probably ranked lower than both my previous experiences. I went on the Friday and when I say it was bad, I mean emphasis on the B, A and D. Kanye West, Pharrell Williams and Iggy Azalea headlined (if you can call it that).
What do you do with your World Cup buzz when England has been knocked out? You take it to Hyde Park to watch the royal oaks sway and Park Lane's billionaire windows get battered by downtuned guitars and drum fills exploding like a 21-gun salute. It's British Summer Time. Scratch that. It's Sabbath Day.