Final Day in the Introducing Sheffield series.
Final Day in the Introducing Sheffield series.
They might be a little under the radar now, but it’s not going to stay that way for long. Hey Sholay have taken their unique brand of rock with a slice of psychedelia across the world after winning a competition in NME to play Exit Festival in Serbia (which also saw Arcade Fire and Pulp grace the stages) and are fast becoming a band to watch out for.
Day Three in our Introducing Sheffield Series
Day two of our Introducing Sheffield series
Sheffield has an amazing music scene that goes miles beyond the Arctic Monkeys. Not that we don’t love a bit of ‘Mardy Bum’, but there’s so much more that the city’s eclectic pallet has to offer. And as many of you won’t have spent much time here we felt obliged to introduce you to some of the fantastic music on offer. Every day this Fresher’s week we’ll introduce you to one of our favourite Sheffield based bands, but we’re only going to scratch the surface so make sure you go out and experience it.
Live music is the only thing music fans consistently spend their money on anymore. Different to listening to your favourite songs on a music player, it can give you moments beyond the price tag. With live music, you have chance to put a face to the music you’re used to hearing played from inanimate technologies. It can give you memories untradeable, feelings only felt in the sweaty setting of a crowd.
Yes, I’m one of those people. I’m one of those people who likes to keep up with chart music, and heaven forbid, enjoys the likes of Lady GaGa and even Justin Bieber.
I hate U2. I hate U2 because of allegations of tax dodging. I hate U2 because wealthy people aren’t allowed to have concerns about poverty. I hate U2 because it makes me politically minded and puts me on another level of rationality in this dumbed down world of ours. But most of all, I hate U2 because it’s cool to do so.
Sheffield’s premier music festival of 2010 in visual form, as photographed by Paula Goodale.
We join Georgie for a well-deserved box around the ears, followed by a new education in that most misjudged of genres, folk.