Reviews

"Any band fronted by a former male model is going to look good, but it’s how you sound that counts."

"Start following them now."

"That’s to say, it’s entirely enjoyable, occasionally brilliant, but ultimately only really essential for diehard fans of the genre."

"Though Icehouse have been aiming this way for a while, there’s just too much gimmicky goofiness to take this seriously."

"There’s still plenty of Springsteen-esque choruses for anyone who just wants to rock on."

"It’s a safe journey but it’s a damn enjoyable one."

"This here album is good ol’ fashioned Americana... straight outta Brisbane."

To turn a space as vast as the Riverstage into a campfire for thousands is an impossible feat, but The National have long been a band that have defied expectation, the final stand tonight making us feel alive in the most communal of ways.

The gratitude towards his fans is evident, and his banter is tangential and hilarious.

Hansard comfortably defaults to his Irish-accented soul that obviously owes more natural debt to Van Morrison than the New Jersey boardwalk.

Let’s hope Morning Phase is the birth of a new era and not just another flight of fickle fancy.

The deluxe edition of this record is fairly bloated, but there’s some genuine gold, namely Blue Eyes, which shows that the 24-year-old Londoner isn’t afraid of a little journey.