Reviews

Imagine a massive throng of people losing their shit concurrently and you have tonight’s Danny Brown show.

Another spectacular day/night of great food, short beer lines (thank you pay pass!) and amazing music dominated partly by an uncanny class of fresh performers.

The songs and lyrical imagery may be too considered at times but this is still Finn pushing forward and continuing his brave exploration of music.

The power of Harmony is in their collateral hushed charisma that bursts into a cathartic baptism of fire, where self-flagellation and bloodletting are true sources of redemption.

Probably their finest moment to date, this is a cerebral yet brutal triumph.

The album has a few lulls like Lazy Wonderland that fall a bit flat, but there’s just too much otherworldly pop progress on this sophomore offering to feel let down.

An utterly beguiling piece of work in both scope and execution.

After so long, it’s testament to Butler that he can still sound so fresh.

Apparently they were right, pop-punk will never die.

Nothing short of brilliant, but what else would you expect?