Tribes Split

'I don't care for dancing / but thanks for asking'

I've never experienced a band I've been in love with, splitting up before. Earlier this year, when My Chemical Romance announced their split - the world was turned into turmoil. Screaming fans declaring their suicidal despair and worries of how they were going to cope without them in their lives anymore. However, a lot of people (including myself) weren't deeply effected by the split. It was more of a 'thats sad they were great' prayer, and then move on.

 

'How'd you tell a child that there's no god up in the sky, and it's all a lie?'

I've never felt that over-whelming sadness until now. Tribes, originating from Camden, have been a massive part of my life for the past year and a half. It was announced on twitter earlier today, that the four piece 'will no longer writing and preforming together as Tribes'.

 

'Stood there throwing ice-cream in her hair, how I solemnly swear'

Tribes brought indie-rock to a whole new level with albums 'Baby' and 'Wish To Scream'. They first burst in on the main-stream scene in 2011 with single from Baby, 'We Were Children'. This easily became one of my favourite songs of the whole year. The crunchy guitar beat that swung in delicately with Johnny Lloyd's definitive vocals. An illuminating band with lyrics sprinkled with realistic magic.

 

'Have you noticed the change in the weather lately? / It's getting me down always saying I'm sorry'

 I took the trip out to see them at the first chance I got - which was the NME 2012 tour. The tour was my first glimpse of all four artists to play that night. The now-bigger-than-her-own-ego Azealia Banks opened up the tour, swiftly followed by a roaring set by Tribes, then Metronomy and then headlining the night was none other than Two Door Cinema Club. But out of all four massive artists, it was definitely Tribes who stuck out like a sore thumb - they were spectacular.

'Aint it strange how the other half live?'

I seen them live again this summer at T In The Park, where they played the Transmission stage on Friday evening. An absolutely phenomenal set following the release of 'Wish To Scream'. A brilliant live set with so much energy and oozing passion - that is seemed as if their reign was never going to end.

'in my paradise you're losing me'

But it seems, sadly, that all good things must come to an end. A band with such electricity pulsing through their veins transporting you to another world, has sadly broke-apart for reasons un-known at the present moment.

'running around with my head in a spin / what use is god if you never win?'

We can't do anything but celebrate the music Tribes delivered to us and magnify their glory.

'My girlfriend doenst love me / my haircut doenst suit me / my best friend thinks I'm crazy'

Rip Tribes x

Up-Coming Gigs // Palma Violets + Peace

For a concert enthusiast, your personal postman slowly becomes to be your best-friend. Shitty day? Postman rocks up in his regal red van delivering concert tickets. Great day at sixth form / college? made even better by the surprise arrival of gig tickets. Tickets, tickets, tickets. The premium, sort-after piece of card that can turn your friends and foes green with envy with a quick swipe under their noses.

Two sought-after precious cards came through my door today - a welcoming surprise after my utter abysmal day at dreary sixth form. The two passes, which are soon to open up the world of euphoric wonder for a handful of hours, are two relatively known bands who's reputations are steadily exceeding themselves. The two prestigious bands are Palma Violets and Peace.

To be fair, I'm more excited to see Peace's support act on the November / December tour, rather than themselves. Drenge support Peace this Winter. Drenge. Breathe. Drenge are possibly one of the most highly rated bands around at the current time, consisting of the two Loveless brothers. Loveless by name, loveless by nature. 'I Wanna Break You In Half' and 'People In Love Make Me Feel Yuck', give off the impression that maybe Drenge aren't going to be that shoe gazing pop group playing about with the synthesiser.

Four-piece Peace from Worcester however, need no introduction. NME has crammed their name into every issue and it's seriously impossible to get away from them. But, are they worth the hype? Yeah, definitely. I seen them live at T In The Park earlier this year, and their live performance is full of camp sparkle to get you dancing. Harry Koisser was dressed for the Scottish weather appropriately, with a large, over-sized fur coat dangling off his skinny body, as the band raced through their roaring set from debut album 'In Love'.

Peace's gig (originally being held at Hoult's Yard, Newcastle) has been moved to Northumbria Uni, on December 1st. I haven't been to Northumbria Uni for a gig before, so I'm hoping that when I report back it'll be a positive experience from an intimate gig.

The second ticket that came through the post today was Palma Violets. What can I say? There is only one word that can possibly describe Palma Violets: fuck. I also seen the the indie-rock quartet, originating from Lambeth London, live at T in The Park this year also. It was one of those performances that had you completely mesmerised, and at one point I did feel tears streaming down my face.

Palma Violets are supported on tour by a band called Baby Strange, who I am yet to look into - but to support a band, also heavily promoted by NME, must mean their half-alright doesn't it? Palma's bring a fusion of energy and the mood of a wild party to the stage with tracks from their debut '180'. They play Newcastle Uni on November 22nd and are sure to deliver another unforgettable set in a sweaty, intimate basement setting. Every human in the room is bound to be doused in twenty other peoples sweat. And strangely, I for one, can't wait for either of them!

The New NME

Question - What famous accronem hypes up bands so far up their own arses that the never seem to drop of the Radar?
Answer - NME

NME has been going since 1952 and since then the idealistic writers have penned their opinions in their own blood, and has been created super-hyped-up bands since then. Think of Haim before NME as a ham sandwich. Sprinkle some fairy dust in the form of NME and the plain ham has pretty much magically turned to bacon over-night. The magazine has changed lives: fact

NME isn't dear. It's £2.40. That's 2400 pennies that would've been used for our music mad teenagers to purchase their next bag of weed, which sadly, they're so much more interested in.

So think of it like this; kids these days are so far up on the indie scale, and the trippy part of Youtube (which is usually un-covered on a nocturnal time of 5 in the morning) is at their finger-tips... So why do we still need to pay for a magazine? Why do we still need NME?

The front cover of the brand-spanking-new issue which adorned by David Bowie, holding what seem to be the paper-to-swan party trick, has something written on it which answers our needy questions.

 'The Past, Present & Future of music'

The Past of music -  It's been the eye-catching prize of every music obsessed teenager for the past sixty one years, it's written down the hearts and souls of teenage icons in black and white.
The Present of music - think about all the new bands that have suddenly risen from the decay of pop music, thanks to the likes of Nicki Minaj and Lil' Wayne. Without NME, Swim Deep would've just been another dare at the pool side. Peace would've been a valid reason to smoke weed. And Palma Violets would still've been those awfully bright coloured sweets you desperately avoid in the multi-pack sweet packets.
The Future of music - basically; how about you ask Liam and Noel Gallagher how many more records they've sold since they've been mentioned in every NME issue at least once every week?

You might find kiss-assing and puckering up to the likes of Arctic Monkeys and swooning over Miles Kane too much... But you can't deny that at one time or other, NME has been the first website or first magazine you've scoured to find.

'Writing about music is like dancing about architecture'

What's in this weeks issue?
The first issue of the more compact sized NME is no-short of music. Normally the NME has an exaggerated number of pages plastered with shit that nobody actually cares about, like the downfall of Razorlight for example. Not now. Brimming with new music and jam-packed with serious opinions from some of the best writers in the country. Throw in a column by Radio 1's Huw Stephens and we're seriously on to a winner here.
And for the David Bowie super-fans you scream? A ten page spread to fill all your sexual cravings from the man with many faces!

NME has seriously bucked it's ideas up. It's back. It's smaller, but it's no short of packing a punch. And it's about fucking time.
 

babyshambles // 5.09.13

Flick through a newspaper, and their pages will be littered with the usual suspects; political scandals, alleged love children and athletes being busted. But sometimes, we forget about a figure whose spiralling life sometimes over-shadows his ‘next Oscar Wilde’ status, breaking onto the scene ten years ago.

An Ex-Libertine: who shared a violent and failed engagement to one of the most beautifully coked-up supermodels of our time. Throw in a jail sentence and dealing with a death, occurring from the same substance that keeps his fire alight: you’ve reached thechaos jackpot. So how come, after the rehab stints, the accidental child and a hollowing drug addiction; is Peter Doherty still standing?

Dirty Pete and his band of Shambles may have a record against them for not exactly giving the correct ‘Delivery’ when it comes to shows. With Doherty’s priority of substance not giving the same effect of his fans euphoria. But it’s fair to say, that Babyshambles really proved what they were made of on September 5^th, at the O2 Academy in Newcastle.

Fresh faced and poised for action; Pete’s second band, after the infamous Libertines, rallied through their bouncing set list of songs from the past three albums. Old favourites such as ‘Delivery’, ‘Killamangiro’ and ‘8 Dead Boys’ saw the masculine orientated crowd bouncing from bar to stage and back to front. Singles from new album ‘Sequel to the Prequel’ such as ‘Farmer’s Daughter’ and ‘Fall from Grace’ went down a storm, with sweaty bodies gently entwining around each other.

A new lease of life seemed to radiate through Doherty as he sang a short (yet slurred) rendition of Lindisfarne’s classic ‘Fog on the Tyne’, playing on his North East Background, before pelting himself into the adrenaline fuelled crowd. Madness: with no control. Doherty’s devoted fans scratched their way through the pit to caress any part of Pete that they could get their sweaty palms on. One lucky kid threw his phone in front of him screaming “Pete take a selfie!” Doherty giving him a boyishly cheesy grin sent him, and the rest of the pit wild with excitement.

Doherty managed to escape the clutches of his adolescent fan-girls hatless and with two less shoes five minutes later, leaving a trail of disbelief in his wake, not to mention a mass-pile on!  Still, his spirits hadn’t seemed to dampen after his soft-core attack. A laugh of pure happiness left Doherty’s lips as he and Babyshambles created a ear-defining roar as their set came to a rowdy close with a chorus of ‘Fuck forever, if you don’t mind’.

A night full of surprises: a salute to Babyshambles for their phenomenal performance.  The poet, whose drug-incrusted mind spouts oozy, romantic poems in the form of songs, is back; and he’ll not be looking back into the sun anytime soon. Time will tell, but there’s nowhere for Doherty to go but up!

 Babyshambles’s highly-rated new album ‘Sequel to the Prequel’ is available to buy in all good record stores, and available for digital download now.

Sunday Night Haim

They're fucking everywhere, Haim. You may be able to avoid hearing their acquired taste of jangly music, but you can't face the facts that they are everywhere and I mean e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e!

They've played at almost every festival this year, accompanied with all their sing-along songs, (three to be exact) and have been in almost all of the NME issues this year. Next time you pick NME up, instead of spotting Noel or Liam Gallagher in each issue (which they are if you don't believe me (I kid you not I mean every issue)) try to spot the Haim sisters.

They're tall, they're quirky-lee beautiful and play a rocking guitar riff which sends ripples up your spine. I'm a bit late to be boarding the Haim train; but in all honesty I really haven't been able to stomach them until tonight.

There's something really dazzlingly different about Haim; they're not the students cup of tea, but once you have a drink you'll be crazy to believe your life was worth living before them. Too extreme? Have you even heard 'Don't Save Me' yet?

Released almost 9 months ago, 'Don't Save Me' is an un-mistakable grower. It's inevitable but it takes time - and I mean it really really takes time. I first heard the foot-tapping electrifying 'Don't Save Me' when the hype had just started to build around the three American girls in this band. And it was fucking awful. Their dreamy patters of their voices are just too much America-dream-Barbie on first listen. But once in the swing of it all - it dawns on you. They've really created something special.

Their space-pop voices rattle around the booming echos of their killer guitar riff. Add in a splash of western influence on 'The Wire' and you've cooked up a storm of colour and images which can only lead back to the three girls never-ending legs.

Sunday nights are made for music. And they're made for re-kindling new-love and re-instating realisation. Haim are a tough listen; but once you've adjusted yourself to the right place... Colours burst in your eyes and you finally do understand the hype that NME have delivered so much of.