He was deranged, but not even he would consider using sarin gas rather than dry ice during his performance.
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A Eurovision Odyssey part 5 – The Green, Green Gas of Home
Interpol, Roundhouse, London, 7/2/15
They are one of those rare bands who undoubtedly peaked at their first record but who could never be accused of under achieving.
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Trupa Trupa – Headache
Apparently a lot of the songs were conjured up the New Synagogue in Gdansk and an abandoned marine machinery plant.
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Oliver Doerell – Cummi Flu
The feeling that Cummi Flu gives off is that of Doerell as a maniacal curator of a museum that’s stuffed to the seams with strange and arcane objets trouvés.
Grauzone Day 2, Melkweg, Amsterdam, 31/1/15
The Membranes may flirt with a cartoony image of themselves but in the words of the Sage of Sheffield John Shuttleworth, don’t be fooled.
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Grauzone, Melkweg, Amsterdam, 30/1/15, The Fall
Then MES and Elena shuffled on; buttoned up and carrying their stuff, looking like two daytrippers who were running for the Last of The Summer Wine coach trip to Holmfirth. You just felt this was going to be good.
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Panda Bear Meets the Grim Reaper
But regardless of expectations or otherwise, it’s a great, warm pop record, chock full of good licks and hooks and the funny squidgy little beats that keep you nodding along.
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Siskiyou – Nervous
There are some BIG songs on here; right from the off, and by the midpoint you can feel pretty puffed and in need of a biscuit.
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Pollyester – City of O
This is sassy German metropolitan pop; confident, fresh and cheeky. And it fits VERY well within this particular canon.
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Flug 8 – Trans Atlantik
Do you need boneheaded stomps replete with deadpan vocals droning on about modern living, and overlaid by soft, pearly grey washes and grinding, grizzly slabs of synth?
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