Indie-poppers are equal parts blissed out and moody
Spit, smashed guitars and stolen canvas. Guess who? Club NME @ Sin City, Swansea (May 2)
There’s a further barrage of four or five more flower-punk nuggets, but it’s all over in what seems like seconds. Following a swirling psych-rock wig-out that has the crowd testing the floorboards to their limits, the band retreat to the dressing room where they busy themselves keeping out manic fans, guarding the door vigilantly. A bottle of whiskey and a crate of lager later they break for the hotel, ready to rise at 7am and do the same to Dublin, craftily swiping a vile painting of a swan eyeing a naked couple on the way. Should we shop them? Nah – Black Lips just brought the best show Swansea has seen since bloody whenever. The least they deserve is a bit of nudie “art” to brighten up their van a bit.
Further proof that Young Thug is jolting new life into hip-hop
A worthy heir to their last album's industry-dismissing eccentricity
Ben Stiller reprises his role as a former model in a throwaway but amusing sequel
It’s not quite the superhero film revolution we were promised, but it sure as hell is entertaining