The sound of East London imploding in brilliant technicolour.
Made up of Dev Hynes, Rory Atwell and Sam Mehran this anglo-american threesome have been slicing up more genres (as well as their toes) than seemed possible. Hip hop, grindcore and art rock and fizzed up into a blender and come out collapsing at the seams. Their live shows are as haphazard as their buzzy hipcore sound, in fact there hasn’t been a more exciting threesome since The Beastie Boys twisted the emblems off Mercedes and assaulted their audiences with hydraulic penises.

If you maintained your eyesight throughout 2007, you weren’t really there. It was the year the world – well, some bits of Shoreditch – went neon. Glowstick necklaces were de…

Quit while you’re ahead; The Libertines did, the Sex Pistols did and Jimi Hendrix did, albeit not by his own volition – oh, and Richard Ashcroft really should’ve done. Before…

The first roar of feedback from insane swot-punks Test Icicles’ new single hits you in the solar plexus with the power of a Cambodian guard delivering some private prison justice…

OK. Deep breath. Here we go. Drum-roll. Drrrrrrrrrrrrrrr… Right, not a lot of people know this… but… The Beatles were rubbish. Toss. Crud. Cack. They ruined pop music; for me,…

Funny story behind this ‘ere track o’ the week: signed by Domino before they really knew what Test Icicles sounded like, the original version of ‘Boa Vs Python’ was handed…