To some ‘emo’ may be a dirty word, but not to these guys. After celebrating fifteen years together in 2011, Alkaline Trio returned to The Waterfront to an almost sold out show.
They brought their whole bag of tricks; lights, confetti canons, giant balloons falling from the rafters, smoke canons...
Jake explained featured lyrics written in 1983 after a night on the town with Phil Lynott! Oh to have been a fly on the wall that night…
What I mistakenly took for rockabilly gals jumping on a bandwagon, turned out to be dedicated musicians with history in both types of music. Country and Western.
If you ignore the faux fervour, the frequent live line-up changes and the nagging feeling that many songs sounded uncannily similar, Bombay Bicycle Club put on a hell of a show that had me utterly enthralled for the best part of an hour.
If you fall into the category of being on the cusp of puberty or not quite being a fully fledged adult as the previous Millennium, you’ll remember the L.I.M.P Bizkit.
Norwich, get the fuck up
A legend delivers.
Two very good bands, poor turn-out.
Another Saturday and another mostly excellent Pony Up night at the Arts Centre.
Great show, poor turnout.
Where were you?
Reasonable show from a promising band that needs a longer set.
BFR and Elevator Music presents an evening of alt.classical and alt.folk.
Second Pony Up hits the target.
Americana that almost made me through my on-existent ten gallon hat in the air and shout yee-haw.
From Twee Off, here's Pony Up. Five acts for three quid. Bargain.
Norwich Arts Centre reigns supreme as one of the best independent venues in the UK.
Local label Gravy Records presents a showcase with five bands, three in the auditorium and two playing all electric-acoustic sets in the bar.
What would numerologists make of wombat wombat's combined 13th birthday and Christmas celebration falling on the final Friday 13th of 2013? Luck, fate or just one of those things? Who knows, this was a great night.
Death to the beige. tweeOFF is dead. Long live Pony Up.
Havin' it large with Large Professor
My, oh my, do they deliver that by the bucket-load. Of sweat, that is.
John Smith - Guitar Genius
Much to my dismay singer and bassist Chilli flounced on in a pair of shades.
Imelda May was the main attraction at November's Bo Nanafana, and the Fine City's biggest swing night did not let her down - the Queen of rockabilly had top billing at Open for the hottest (vintage) ticket in town.
Mount Kimbie sell out Norwich Arts Centre
A mixed evening thanks perhaps to prescription drugs (but no beer)
Old (& not so old) punks rock out
Their storming hits such as 'Smokers Outside The Hospital Doors' and 'Sparks' seemed as relevant as ever, and the band didn’t seem tiresome of playing them in the slightest.
Another storming performance from AM.
The crowd’s ensemble chant of “I heard it in a TV programme” on ‘Run, Run, Run’ was unexpected, but raw,
What to say of the gig? Well, first of all, it was loud, very, very, loud.
The lads certainly brought a big show to the city, pumping all the energy middle aged men possibly can! - Nawaza reviews Blue's comeback.
Feeling the fatigue but feeling the noise.
The heat in the room seems to increase as Bastille prove to the crowd they have come back to Norwich even bigger and better than when they played the Waterfront in March this year
Day two and starting to feel a little frazzled
It was the year anniversary of her single 'Free my Pussy', which created quite the contrast to her older, jumper-wearing tea-drinking self.
Should've been to the gym and got fit. NS+V is here again...
Hindsight is a wonderful thing, as are rose tinted glasses, and the combination of the two amounts to the common perception that the sixties was a halcyon age for the whole cultural gamut.