Seattle droner legends Earth stretch out their songs as slowly as the seasons slide across the planet’s skin; this is as wonderful a thing as it is a rare one

Staunchly independent Leicester post-rockers Maybeshewill soundtrack the chaos of a global recession, with admirable assistance from Long Distance Calling.

Southern sludge-metal veterans Crowbar have been out-brutalising metalcore for two decades; they may not be flashy showmen, but they’re a fucking fierce band.

Watching me try to describe the indescribable could never be as transporting as watching Godspeed You! Black Emperor play live, but you might just as well.

Dave Wyndorf and the Monster Magnet circus roll into Manchester, and roll back out again leaving grins on every fan’s face, no matter how long-standing.

Despite being tired after a two-month tour, Oceansize put everything into their homecoming show at Manchester Academy. So why are the audience so bloody quiet?

Much-lauded grunge revivalists Dinosaur Pile-Up roll into Manchester, proving themselves to be capably raucous and angsty, but regrettably samey.

Now listen up: if it’s spit’n'sawdust bar-room blues-rawk’n'roll you’re after, it doesn’t come much louder or more fun than a Nashville Pussy live set.

Heroically disturbing face-taped post-hardcore freaks Kong headline an interesting selection of noisy stuff on the middle date of the three-day Wolves Festival.

Skinny Puppy‘s live shows are legendary in their own right, and with good reason: you’ve never experienced a hypermediated sensory overload like this before.