The Hives still deliver the goods to a rocking LCR.
I’ve seen many, many bands since I’ve moved to this Fine City but tonight’s experience is quite possibly the greatest yet.
Whilst we may have only had ten songs and a set that lasted forty-five minutes it was a set full of beautiful noise and powerful sounds
A memorable evening on so many counts.
The quality of the sound at the Art's Centre is always good, but it takes accomplished musicians to make it great. A tad more rockier and jazzier than on previous outings, his faultless ensemble complemented Sam Lee's distinct vocals superbly.
It’s refreshing that Declan always sets out to make a statement with his music, and it resonates so strongly with young people. He has come so far since his debut single released at just 16, and I can only expect bigger things to come.
An early nite but it’s a cracker.
The overall ethos of the band seems to be: any difficultly, no matter how horrendous and unjust, should be met with as much positivity and energy as it is possible to muster.
The endurance of much traditional music is linked to its ability to tap into deeper social and psychological currents. The Mary Wallopers may well be the most skilful and committed exponents of this approach currently active.
Feeder are greeted with rapturous applause as they enter the stage and launch immediately into opener ELF. It buzzes with excitement
Funky, post-punky rock ‘n’ roll is alive and well. And Pavlis didn’t mention The Fall once.
A masterful and moving performance of Bill Vine's latest composition
A scintillating and crowd-pleasing set from folk legends Spiers & Boden, and wonderful to see the Maddermarket Theatre filled to the rafters
Heavy music is alive and well.
Not as legendary as the reputation suggests and McCulloch thinks but far from bad. Erica Nockalls was superb, however.
The seventh stop on Big Country's celebratory 'Return to Steeltown' tour.
Two challenging and inventive bands, one of which Pavlis falls in love with, the other of which he fails to connect with.
There may be bigger, seated, venues on this string of UK dates, but for the intimate, close-up feel of Joanne Shaw Taylor's brand of the blues, Norwich's Waterfront is going to take some beating.
I may not the most impartial when it comes to the Zutons -. I was hooked as soon as I heard the first notes of Rumblin’ Ramblin’ back in 2002 in Liverpool - but I left the Waterfront on a high, feeling like I have spent the evening sharing a magic, precious moment with a long-lost friend.
Got a big jumper? Hairdo that hangs over your eyes? Groove like you’re being made to dance with your grandma at a wedding? Well then you probably enjoy Slowdive
Good sets from 999 and L.O.A.D. but Hotwired killed it.
A superb one-man show from the accordion-wielding member of the magnificent Young'uns
Pavlis goes Dutch and it is good, very, very good.
For sheer guts and dedication you had to admire this performance from The Clause
All in all the night was a triumph of great musicianship, laughter, joy and beauty
SlamDunk bring four bands to Norwich and it is mostly very good indeedy.
A brilliant set from an amazing band.
Another evening of polite, genteel, relaxing death metal and grindcore at the Waterfront Studio.
A Baroque blinder of a night
Is it too early to declare set of the year. Yeah, Spanish Love Songs were that good!
The LCR was now pretty much full to capacity and there was a real sense of excitement and anticipation in the crowd for the accomplished singer and song writer.
Gogol Bordello deliver but are put in the shade by the amazing Peat & Diesel
The appeal of John Otway remains largely inexplicable. He performs the same songs, interspersed with the same patter, and does so with a self-deprecating acknowledgement epitomised by one of the last songs of the night - I Don't Know What I'm Doing, but I Shouldn't Be Doing This. Yet there's something so unremittingly joyous in the chaos and cacophony of an Otway gig, that once you join the cult, it's nigh on impossible to let go. He may not be the Messiah, but he is a very silly boy.