Sara, Sara So easy to look at, so hard to define.

Sarah sits on the balcony, staring out at the Atlantic Ocean, staring out at the empty beach. It’s 2 pm. She’s already drunk most of a bottle of Bodegas Toro Abala that was left behind by departing guests. Her vision’s blurred by the booze and the heat haze on the horizon. Tangier is a ghost,…

Interfew with: Queen of Jeans

Queen of Jeans  were a recent FEW tune of the day. We caught up with Miri, Metheson, Patrick and Nina to find out a little more about their music and their influences.

The Dangling Conversation

I was right, sort of. Dimitri was half-Russian half Chinese and all herbalist. His parents met during the Zhenbao Island incident. He was born out of chaos, he attracted it he said, almost as if in the midst of conception the essence of conflict was fused into his very soul. Very soul. I always wanted…

Interfew with: Center Of The Universe

We featured Center Of The Universe recently in our roundup of current Norwegian music. We caught up with Jørgen to find out a little more about his music and influences.

Interfew with: Cub Sport

We’ve featured Brisbane’s Cub Sport recently as New Track of the Day for the excellent I Can’t Save You New Tune of the Day.. Cub Sport – I Can’t Save You We’re delighted that that the band took time out to answer a few questions for us.

One Few Over The Cuckoo’s Nest

When I say “she” I mean “it”. Sure, she was a fine looking woman but her eyes, her eyes were dead pools of malice. She was a nurse. She was dressed as a nurse (no, a proper nurse FFS). You look like an angel Walk like an angel Talk like an angel But I got…

Doves – Live At Eden – 2002

Setlist 00:00 Pounding 04:48 There Goes the Fear 10:02 Words 15:18 Catch the Sun 20:09 N.Y. 24:49 Satellites 31:30 Caught by the River 37:19 Here it Comes 42:35 Spaceface

Few’s What’s Going On.

McGivney opened the suitcase. I looked at the body, the body what was left of it. I’m looking at it then I’m turning and puking all over my shoes. Peak hangover, dismembered body, stinking Liffey, gawping Tooler, the ground hits me with some force. When I come round I’m lying on Tooler’s lap, I look…