June 2002 Archives

Guaranteed to open up a new fanbase for Gomez while still appealing to the already impressive and varied one they have accumulated over the years.

The mix of bizarre sonics, lyrical freakshows, and normal songcraft definitely feed off each other.

A crucial album to restore your faith in the music industry.

At the Garbage concert at the Riviera, it was Butch Vig who was the last to leave after the band’s first set and its encore.

In truth, Frazer’s voice is what truly sells this album for me.

Throughout Finally We Are No One, Múm never lets you forget that live, starry-eyed, wonder-filled humans are behind the music.

What Mogwai do really, really well is conjure a sense of euphoric aggression.

Lush always focused more on the ‘pop’ side of the ‘dreampop’ equation.