Articles in the Music Category
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“Originally achieving some sort of semblance of fame as the singer-guitarist of ’80s alternative band Pop Will Eat Itself, Clint Mansell is today the man I will happily and enthusiastically call the best film score composer working today. Born in Coventry in 1963, Mansell’s work as an indie musician revealed a spirit keen to explore new ground, encompassing pop, hip-hop, electronica and rock over their 10 year existence from from ’86 to ’96…”
Music, Profile »
“A long time ago, in a place far, far away lived four men who invented a new type of music – Rock. Defined as a genre of popular music with a prominent vocal melody, accompanied by electric guitar, bass and drums, these four men travelled the world spreading the word of rock. However, after excessive touring these four men sadly perished. Four youngsters opted to rip off this genre; and they formed the band known as Lead Resonance!”
Music, Profile »
“Fly By Night officially formed in October 2009.
We play a mixture of catchy pop punk and straight up rock. Our influences include You Me At Six, Blink 182, Go Radio, Mayday Parade, Brand New, Foo Fighters, and Wolf Am I. Whilst our music may not be the most technical, we enjoy what we play and have a great time playing as many shows as we can.”
Creative Writing, Music »
There were moments.
I was slipping in and out of moments.
I was hazed by the stacks of lights that swung above me
and my eyes were forced to re-align themselves.
The air was worn out, ragged, heavy air,
it was the kind of air you found on planes;
Re-cycled and reverberating through your lungs,
the capillaries in my chest stretching in an attempt to push it round my body.
There was white noise coming from straight a head
but eventually I managed to focus and begin to read the autocue.
The message was simple.
The message was translated through years …
Creative Writing, Music »
I’ve seen you standing on the balcony. The house is gone but you’re still there. Its raining but it not just rain.
Three feet of cable round your neck and the weather still has the last word.
Its always February when things end. Somewhere in the middle
not of winter but of words. Not everything is as it should be.
The snow goes up and the birds come down.
The water won’t come and play
The jets are flying underground.
We feel them shake beneath our feet.
Where is the war? How can they launch …
Music, Profile »
“So… What do you get when you cross an angel-faced singer with an Indian, two guys with varying amounts of afro, and a bass-playing corporate sell-out?
Turns out, not much… except for some seriously fun rock n’ roll! It sounds like what’d happen if Neil Young and Lynyrd Skynyrd really were friends, and liked to jam on Zeppelin tunes, while living as hobos getting hung for murder, yet finding the time to drive fast cars…”



