Frontwoman Theresa Jarvis lets us know that we’re ‘fucking with the boss now’ and boy, you better believe it.
Is it a pun on Krept and Konan? Does it sell french pancakes and ice cream? Or is it a vision of a heaven where trainers are fresh and spliffs are carrot sized?
If 'Brixton Hill Revisited’ is anything to go by, Milk Kan could be one of the greatest unheard-of bands to come out of South London this millennium.
Uchino guides the journey masterfully with his sensitive vocal being the one constant in The fin.’s subtly morphing sound.
Ali Waite catches up with Matt Marcantonio from Demob Happy after a packed show at The
Louisiana in Bristol. They discuss curveballs, filth and the best ways to make people’s hips
Starts with a delicately unhinged guitar riff that could well be an emission from a well-worn and stickered Fender Jaguar frequently passed between the bunk beds of Stephen Malkmus and Rivers Cuomo in their Freshman year dorm.
The ladies don’t hold back lyrically either with brutal shades mixing with some loose Caribbean patois to make a track that is uniquely threatening, dominating, clever, and a cut above all that fucking money and murder rap.
And in one unpretentiously conscious swoop, the Berliner (from South Africa) announces herself as one of the most exciting new songwriters in the world.
Jamie Fine’s raspy vocal delivers levels of nouveau blues emotion that were previously thought unreachable.
Marit Thorvik’s vocal tells a tender tale of regret
Ali Waite gives us his musings on the flourishing Sussex scene.
Cecilia’s natural gift for crafting layered and immersive songs is fully on display as she takes us through the conflicts that beset every dreamer
The nineteen-year-old rising star from Leicester keeps it simple, and in so doing, keeps it dazzlingly real.
With its future R&B soundscapes, direct cutting lyricism and extraordinary production this is certainly the work of a confident and worthy new artist.
There’s an arresting sadness in the two note riff that forms the basis of Frank Leone’s new song ‘Huffing Paint’.
“Let Go” is an engaging, introspective track that makes for another strong entry in Connie Constance’s catalogue.
Ajudha’s notable vocal skills, thoughtful songwriting, and impressive visuals make for a meaningful musical experience that will leave audiences craving more.
There’s a playful dose of irony in her dulcet tone which makes this one transcend the lowly pathos (well, neediness) of its character to make something fun, and ultimately kinda cute in the best possible way.
It’s exhilarating to hear them refusing to compromise on their politicised art while still crafting top shelf bangers.
We all deserve to get down to this one next time we're in the club, so come on world.
Kick back and get lost in the effervescent waveyness of this beaut.
Fatima pushes the boundaries of music in the most intelligent and appealing ways.
Aadae brings the classic afro-funk and high-life vibes of her Nigerian heritage into play.
Whether or not our comparisons are barking up the wrong tree is totally besides the point, this is interesting stuff.
‘Living’ offers art rock a new lease of life.
This journey finds new horizons when heard late at night through headphones with nothing but the candidly expressive instrumentation piercing the stillness of the night.
When your band is called Shopping and you pop this kinda stuff in a song called ‘The Hype’ it all begins to feel suspiciously zeitgeisty.
This thrilling eight minute piece by Ancient Ocean has all the hallmarks of great ambient composition.
This incredibly understated and beautiful song from Icelandic duo Kiasmos is one of the more impressive electronic pieces to have come our way.
A definite relish for the more elemental funk sampling of nineties rap.