There aren't many bands that put their homesides - Nuneaton - on the map as well as quintet-piece Youves does. They rile up a combination of energy-filled music that require non-stop dancing, and despite their hyphy on stage behavior, you'll be surprised to know that they quite enjoy simpler things in life - like steak. More

Max McElligott, or Wolf Gang as he's known in musical guise, used to host incredible masked balls above Camden Canal. He also happens to write some incredible songs mixing elements of everything from David Bryne to Arcade Fire, pretty awesome right? More

Pains Of Being Pure At Heart are four totally fuckable kids rolled through some Brooklyn chic, and spat back out in a mess of dreamy retro-fit indie pop. More

Gaggle are a 22 strong all-girl choir with members from across the globe who set out with one thing in mind, to scare. Platform sat down with Deborah, the queen bee in the Gaggle hive, as her and the rest of the group prepared for a rehearsal at their home away from home, The George Tavern. Oh, and for the Gaggle girls, 'prepare' means chit-chat, smoke, and drink lots of gin. More

Norway’s Casiokids are supposed to be HAPPY. They make energetic, infectious electro-pop with casio keyboards (who’d have thought it?), and sing exclusively in Norwegian. In their live shows they're surrounded by props, paper-mâché heads and shadow puppets with big grins plastered on their gig-faces. But when Platform caught up with the band as they lunched in Hoxton recently, we were pretty surprised to find them miserable as sin. More

The Smell is LA’s all-ages hipster community centre (but you’re a trendy Platform reader, you already knew that, right?) and has spent the past few years in the music press’ marsupial pouch, and fresh off The Smell’s vegan-punk production line of dreams™ are Mika Miko. We’d have loved to meet them on Venice Beach, but the Platform budget only stretched to getting drunk behind the gravestones in a Camden park. More

Remember the aching disappointment you felt after listening to the second Killers album? We think we might have found the remedy: their mates. Love Like Fire use to be buddies with The Killers back in Vegas and while they share their passion for indie music on an epic scale, they aren't fronted by a raving egotistical Mormon who wouldn't know a decent live show if one was shouting "turn it up you miserable git" from the bottom of the Reading mainstage. More