Saturday Looks Good To Me is, in my eyes at least, a totally pathetic band name. Band names should be punchy and memorable. Take the ‘Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ for example. A great name that rolls off the tongue as three affirmative monosyllabic beats. However the name Saturday Looks Good To Me is just some inane bit of arrangement making. They may as well have called themselves “Sorry I Can’t Do Thursday I’m Working” or “How About I Just Text You Next Time I’m Free”.
It only takes a quick look at Diplo’s instagram to deduce that he knows everyone who’s someone, and with his alter-ego Major Lazer’s latest album, Free The Universe, it shows. Featuring a star-studded list of collaborators including Santigold, Shaggy, Tyga and Peaches, he’s created an album that is still very much his own; that, and really fucking danceable. The album’s starter, ‘You’re No Good’, rumbles and hisses, with classy and proud marching-band style drums and production that perhaps lays back from the prior album, but suits the new sounds Diplo is engaging in.
Oran Mor – 18/5/13
Ex-Sugar and Hüsker Dü frontman Bob Mould has enjoyed a resurgence in recent times, touring heavily on the back of his excellent 2011 album Silver Age and the re-issue of Sugar’s alt-rock classic Copper Blue. Tonight he’s supported by North Atlantic Oscillation, a three-piece who make squalling shoegaze-y noise over programmed keyboard sounds. Though they’re devoid of stage presence, the closer ‘Hollywood is Ended’ lurches into life with the lysergic verve of Hawkwind. Nonetheless they’re easily forgotten in comparison to the fiery fretwork of tonight’s headliner.
After two games submerged in the watery ruins of Rapture, BioShock Infinite takes the series skyward into the gravity-defying world of Columbia. As disgraced private eye Booker DeWitt, you are tasked with liberating the mysterious Elizabeth from a city in the sky in exchange for having your slate wiped clean. Unsurprisingly, events in the heavens turn hellish rather quickly. Thrust into the middle of a civil war, relentlessly pursued by a giant mechanical bird, all the while trying to deal with fissures in the space-time continuum – vertigo is very much the least of your troubles here.