The Rules That We Break: Editors @ Barba Negra

In the run up to this Monday’s Editors show I was harbouring one of those ‘important’ existential concerns that envelop me every now and then with basically no sense or clear outcome either to myself, or the wholeness of being in general: I have written so many ecstatic reviews of the Editors, both of club…

The Europe Stage Round Up: Part Two

We begin the second installment of the Europe Stage review, naturally, with Canada. While this might sound odd, perhaps it isn’t, after all, the already mentioned Eurovision has adopted Australia, and I’d always thought Canada would be a great match too- in all honesty, they did once kind of send Céline Dion, albeit she belted…

The Europe Stage Round Up- Part One

Last week, amidst pre-Easter frenzy and other springtime fun, Sziget quietly dropped a big bunch of Europe Stage names, and the information that five day tickets are sold out-those who do not want to miss out still have the seven and three day options available, and of course daily tickets, but prices will hike once…

Lana and Ray- A March Bunch of Sziget Names

Any music lover will have that one friend, who, whenever confronted with the line up of any festival, will moderately to completely ignore the headliner(s) and go on a long, convoluted, scientific rant about how the seventh name in the fifth row of small letters is basically the band that makes the whole thing worthwhile and you…

Genre Bending: Carpenter Brut @ Akvárium

I was once lying on the cold ice of the Városliget rink, face down, having just discovered that I can neither stand, nor stop or get up on ice, so basically the position I found myself in was also the only one available to me altogether at that point. It was however a good position…

Clubbing for Introverts: Com Truise @ A38

Whenever, for unfathomable reasons called bad judgement and peer pressure, I did consent to going clubbing, the second I entered the door I felt like Lieutenant Commander Data sent to a very strange alien planet to investigate the habits and customs of the locals, to his great puzzlement and moderate amusement. My advantage over Data…

Breaking the Mould: Son Lux @ Dürer Kert

As I was packed in a tight, sardine-like and increasingly fidgety queue waiting to finally be reunited with my coat, many thoughts were swirling in my mind. Somewhere deep in the subconscious was the truism of Romania’s ex-president, namely that winter is not like summer, because if it were summer, I would now be carelessly…

Dark Nights and a State of Grace: Ghostpoet @ A38

Concert etiquette, like most decent human interaction, needn’t be a difficult thing. There are no tips and tricks on how to get it right, no blurred lines between what’s alright and what isn’t. If you are a pest to those around you, and your presence hinders them from enjoying the show, you have failed. If…

An Awesome Walk and ALT-J @ Wiener Stadthalle

Vienna on a Sunday morning is both very closed, and very open. Shops are closed, except for tobacconist’s, a few pastry shops and newsagents. The situation of the latter is, however, more complicated: those which are open are usually split in half with a rather random red tape, and beyond the tape lies a world…

When We Are Young: King Krule @ A38

It is exceptionally rare by Budapest standards that a concert sells out on the first day when the tickets are available- I for one can’t remember any, though of course some popular dinosaurs might have done that, since there seems to be unrelenting interest in them, but I try to refrain from any such endeavours…