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Category Archives: Music
I’ve just caught a hat launched into the crowd by a lookalike of my favourite band’s lead singer. What is this madness? Continue reading
A quite remarkable performance from Kasabian. But what was the highlight? Continue reading
It is worth considering that Black Onassis may be an interesting insight into the direction that Kasabian may have taken had Karloff remained in the band. Continue reading
If there is one criticism of Kasabian’s fourth studio album, Velociraptor!, it’s this: How do they improve from here? The hotly anticipated follow-up to 2009′s Mercury Prize nominated West Ryder Pauper Lunatic Asylum has roared straight into the UK album … Continue reading
A sensational performance from a band who, despite all their troubles, had remained loyal to their dreams and repaid those fans who had supported them all the way with a quite brilliant concert. Continue reading
Typical Kasabian; a relentless, ear-splitting, headache inducing performance. Continue reading
Different Gear, Still Speeding is definitely a case of different band, same Liam. Continue reading
There are some truly spectacular songs on this album, and normally it would take first place, but for me 2010 was the year of… Continue reading
For the hundreds of fans who soon poured out of the doors and spilled onto the streets of Hull, there was only a feeling of what might have been. Continue reading
Every time you listen, it’s a different riff that captures your imagination, a different lyric that buries itself in your mind for the next few hours.
It really is a masterpiece, and quite simply, if, as the title suggests, nobody is coming to save me, then I don’t mind as long as I’m listening to this album. Continue reading