37782747_1883184831702720_7235865247637045248_nIt seems only a few weeks ago that the heating was on full blast, we were eating our tea in the dark and there was still a few of the Christmas Quality Street rattling about in the bottom of the tin. And in the blink of the eye here we are the other side of the bi-annual chronological re-alignments, summer is girding its loins and there’s more music to be had than unexpectedly heightened but tenuous analogy. Let’s do this….

A frequent visitor to the parish returns to The Victoria on 2nd May. Lewis Clark and The Essentials lace together deft acoustic threads, bluesy grooves and jazz jauntiness to create accessible tunes that link timeless singer songwriter sounds with European folk traditions. 

The Victoria is also the place to be if you want to catch a homegrown hardcore band return to the fold. It’s been a while since Ursus played their home town but on 5th you can catch their particular brand of intense metal urges, sleazy yet technical rifferama and unrelenting sonic salvos when they are joined by Miscreant, Crownless and Pool.

On 10th the original teenage dirtbags, Wheatus, grace the stage of Level 3  with their trade mark peppy-pop and snarky slacker vibes, though by the time you read this tickets may be hard to come by and whilst all of that is going on at The Victoria, home grown melodic punks Charred Hearts can be found supporting TV Smith. The Adverts front man has never lost the punk/DIY ethic and remains, engaging, eloquent and thought provoking, not so much survivor more aged to perfection.

Level 3 is the place to catch the mercurial mixes of garage, disco, punk rock, new wave, and metal that make up Electric 6’s unique sound but if you are looking for something more restrained then The Tuppenny is the place to be for Hannah Rose Platt (pictured), the devastatingly charismatic face of British-Americana. An acoustic set of shrouded alt-country from Black Sheep Apprentice opens up the evening.

The next day at The Beehive, Kid Calico and The Astral Ponies lay out their stall of psychedelic musical hall meets country-prog…its funny how you can just make up your own genre descriptions and they still somehow seem to be applicable. Cravats must be worn, biscuits are at the listeners discretion, no dancing on the tables.

And finally Esther (laughing at that reference will show your age,) on 24th those awfully nice people at Sheer Music bring Press to Meco to Level 3. Anthemic and infectious alt-rock from a band already making decent sized waves in the paddling pool of music, but then Sheer Music do have a habit of being ahead of the curve.