Category: Concert Impressions

In the past year, I’ve caught an increasing amount of concerts—20, in fact. A decent count, but it neither gives me any right brag, nor any excuse not to have earplugs. The sum isn’t off the wall amazing, but it is a roughly 2000% increase of my concerts-per-annum rate naught but four years ago. In […]

This time there was no faffing about—I wrote my fiveish questions down in my catch-all journal during the lead-up to DIIV and Ariel Pink—wholly intent on clamming out some answers from DIIV and ignoring the fact that Ariel Pink was even going to be there.

You gotta convince the fools in the pit that…you fell asleep with that thing, your thing, an instrument, your instrument across your chest or under your head, passed out after exploring it with the curiosity of a serial cave diver.

After teasing for years, after Romy Madley Croft and Oliver Sim went off as hermits and after Jamie Smith went across the world and back touring the house music scene with his solo debut, In Colour, I wanted to know how Smith’s newfound luscious production would mesh with the trademark minimalism of the xx.