On another eventful day in UK politics, The Undertones deliver just the escape our Pavlis needs.
Andy Powell tipped us off from the outset that we were in for the long haul, and so it proved with a mammoth two hour set that included their seminal album Argus played in full. He must have had the mathematicians in the audience scratching their heads at the youthful vigour of a man already grown up when it was released fifty years ago.
As soon as I got my wristband at the door of LPS and entered the building, the buzz of excitement for Kitty Perrin’s gig hit me like a crashing wave.
Ellie played multiple new songs throughout her set, giving the audience little teasers of new music she has coming out later in the year or early next year.
Wild Paths day 2 and it just gets better and better
Pavlis went with low expectation but enjoyed a damned fine night of poppy, punky, rock
Another glorious night at Voodoo’s, with a line-up that recalls the glory days of the much missed Owl Sanctuary.
A night of high-energy, cathartic music that provided a safe space for everyone regardless of gender, sexuality or race and what more can one want, really?
I can’t say this was the best gig I’ve ever been too, but I can say I’m struggling to think of a better one. A perfect marriage of stagecraft and musicianship, it’s certainly the finest thing I’ve seen in Norwich for a very, very long time.
The headliners weren’t for Pavlis but the supports were AMAZING.
21st Century Psychedelia hits NAC. As Membranes once said, everyone’s going triple bad acid, yeah!
Glorious celticskafolkpunkrock on a balmy night in Norwich. Gotta be better than a Tory hustings, right?
Three great acts put on a great show for a great cause.
So, yeah, however hard I try I just end up getting myself in knots and have no idea how to describe this other than life affirmingly superb.
Neither current nor heritage, We Are Scientists remain part of a noughties phenomenon of acts that burned bright with their debut album but never quite matched it, producing literate songs heavily disguised with pop camouflage, just in case anyone noticed how clever they were.
Latitude is set in a beautiful park tastefully enhanced with all manner of frills (and purple sheep). There is music, and lots of it, with main stages of mainstream acts complemented by the quirky and intriguing if you dig deep enough, while the manageable layout tempts you to poke about more than your aching feet appreciate. In short, despite the sometimes suffocating branding and sponsorship liveries, it’s a nice place to be.
They’re impressively tight and obviously great musicians. A whistle stop tour of their discography really highlights their talent as writers too. It’s harsh and defiant.
Chances are that those at Glasto won’t see anything better than tonight’s headliners.
Less than perfect sound but a glorious celebration of 36 years of The Mission.
Seven and a half thousand people have very clearly had a fantastic evening, Keane have absolutely smashed it out of the woods, just like they did the last time that they were here.