Some people, in their professional lives, would be content with producing the definitive visual record of one of the 20th century’s most iconic bands…

A semi-abandoned café, bring your own booze, donation entry, crusties, arties, old men with harps: THIS IS THE UNDERGROUND MUTHAF*CKERS, and Gay Against You are right at home…

Ploughing through his set with the wrecking-ball glee of a kid swiping through a carefully constructed toy town, el Guincho is utterly fantastic; more brilliant live than on record…

Ignore the detractors who accuse them of sounding too close to some of their influences for comfort, as Exit Calm are far out in front of the rest of the competition. You can certainly imagine bands forming in their wake…

Musique sans capitalisme, anyone? Marvellous. Despite gale force winds, by 8pm the house is packed to the rafters with more amps, guitars and bands than any music hack or party aficionado could shake a stick at…

All day events are usually something of an endurance test, and this Dance To The Radio-curated Good Friday shindig proves no different. Some great stuff on offer, though, from Broken Records, Laura Groves and Duels…

Tubelord are becoming old hands at this ‘bring the fucking noise’, lark. For a trio they certainly surprise with the veracity of their performance, with a depth of sound that is surprising to say the least…

On special at the Pop Shop tonight are the all-singing Bricolage, stopping by on their way home to Glasgow after a mini UK tour, having played sleazy Soho cabaret joint the Black Gardenia the night before…

Black Kids positively drip with pop savvy in a shows that's as much ‘Tutti Frutti’ as it is ‘Boys Don’t Cry’, with a dash of ‘Raspberry Beret’ chucked in for good measure…

At the last of their Tuesday night sets, The Wave Pictures open triumphantly and proceed in a tight and focused manner, albeit while grinning like kids at a birthday party with pure, infectious joy…