Reviews / Live

The feel the Deals have for their axes is not often seen these days – it’s the substance that seals The Breeders’ sound.

Boy & Bear stuck to their own rule of no encores and although they had given the crowd ample warning of this rule, the audience was still left wanting more.

Sweaty and inspiring – who needs Johnny Marr to have a good time?

Joyful roars of ‘Yo Ho Sebastian!’ throughout the crowd accompanied Jarvis, plucking away at his ukulele, and solidified in many minds just how talented Jarvis is, not only as a performer, but also as a songwriter.

Fuck Buttons delivered a night that had us swept up in the all-consuming vivacity of melodic noise and eyefuls of imaginative scenery.

Their latest Heavy Weight album is world class and up there with Wolf & Cub’s best. This should be flying high and strutting with cocksuredness, but instead they seem resigned tonight.

The shimmering swirl of Silhouette concludes the night and brings punters to their feet as Grossi’s yearning vocals seemingly disappear into the lush, swirling orchestration designed to sweep us away with sounds that have an otherworldly beauty.

Srsen and co. have put on one of the shows of the year.

It was her cover of Jonny Fritz’s Chevy Baretta that suggested she ain’t a sweet little darlin’ – that was endearing in the end, showing she is more than adept at playing both a fool and a fooler.

There is no rock, no pop, no swaggering cuts of classical music in the set and ultimately that is kind of a pity.

Yet again, Fuck Buttons move onward, upward and outward blazing a path we’re more than happy to follow.