Reviews

A banner with “The True Mayhem” hangs behind them, and while any such ‘truth’ is certainly up for debate, after such a momentous performance they’re best left to get away with it.

Everybody had a damn good time. Beyonce, you better watch out.

Having toured here so often, and earned support so early, surely we can claim Vampire Weekend as ours? At least partly?

From such a joyous band, this is a fittingly bombastic end to the night.

As a band they sounded effortless yet sonically bold and muscular, like a plane cruising at 30,000 feet. An early highlight for 2014.

This was a man honouring his legacy while still creating in the present. As the T-shirts at the merchandise desk defiantly proclaimed... Johnny Fuckin Marr.

Whoever said seasons could not be identified by sound has obviously never heard Spanish DJ John Talabot's '08-01'.

As in productions of the past, My Darling Patricia have assembled a collage of forms – beautifully held together by Samuel James’ animations – in order to construct their whimsical onstage world.