Boasting one of the best names in rock music, Newcastle’s Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs have delivered their fourth album, in advance of a UK and European tour. Viscerals is uncompromising but familiar: simple sledgehammer riffs; the Devil’s Interval; lumbering beats; and dark lyrics, soaked in reverb and delivered like battle cries… Comparisons with Black Sabbath, Killing Joke and Soundgarden are inevitable.Read More
Bobby Gillespie has long held a reputation as one of rock’s more curmudgeonly characters (Van Morrison currently holds the title, following the recent death of Ginger Baker). Indeed, his unimpressed glare is an indispensable component of a Primal’s gig. However, the entertainment-hungry folk of Perth rarely see bands of this calibre in their hometown. On this bitter, dreich Sunday night, two days after the Tories were re-elected, they had decided they were going to…ahem…have a good time, do what they wanna do and be who they wanna be.Read More
It’s 1990s Manchester, at the height of the Manchester rave scene. Clubbers are being killed by vampires on the orders of Satan himself. The police don’t want to get involved. Manchester’s night life can only be saved by Tommy (a call centre worker by day, Mad-For-It clubber by night) and Father Badass, a defrocked priest.Read More
It must be tough running a circus in a PC world where (quite rightly) animals may not be exploited, and children are more interested in pixels than sawdust. No wonder so many have had to fold up their tents for the last time. So what happens to all those jugglers, strongmen, unicyclists, acrobats, and clowns pouring out of circus schools every year, looking for work?Read More
Fishbowl is an award-winning French mime show, but don’t let that put you off. It is brilliant.
The set is a row of small apartments, seen in cross section. Each interior reflects the distinct character of its occupant: the obsessive compulsive businessman lives in sterile white minimalism; the scruffy hoarder lives in a mess of cardboard boxes; and the clumsy free-spirit has gone with Womb-Pink as her signature colour.
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