A lot of people are talking about SALEM being the future of music, which is an unfortunate turn of phrase since they sound a lot like the end of the world.
All the people that I like are those that are dead. The death of love will do that to a man. Seattle’s Shimmering Stars understand such crushing nihilism, but it might not be immediately clear on first listen.
We’re going to be the first generation of kids to end up significantly poorer than their parents. While there is fair reason to piss our pants about it all day long, there may be solutions for the more adventurous among us. Desperate times, desperate measures, so it’s to the body we turn to start generating the capital our non-existent careers can’t.
Below are a few suggestions you can experiment with in order to eek a little extra cash money from your own skin, bones and seminal fluid.
A week this Sunday, Sexbeat and This Is Music will be staging the second RADFEST at Corsica Studios. To mark what is clearly going to be a great day, we’ve asked the guys to compile a mixtape of dead rockstars that, if still alive, they’d like to see play.
On Monday night, Wild Nothing played their first ever UK show at CAMP Basement in Old Street. As you’d imagine for a buzz band of their stature, it was more packed than a German Love Parade crowd rush (too soon?).
There’s just no denying the romantic pull of large suburban basements, three chords and a few rad dudes acting out their Iggy obsessions. Like rats and cockroaches, that kind of thing could survive a nuclear holocaust.