Review

And then, suddenly—she’s there. A silhouette cut sharp against a wall of lights, an opening synth line coiled tight like […]

Craig David doesn’t step onto the stage—he glides. Somewhere between a DJ, an R&B messiah, and a bloke who has

Somewhere between a dominatrix and a preacher, Nathy Peluso stands alone yet commands the center of the Roundhouse stage, she

Somewhere between the bassline of “Now U Do” and the synchronized absurdity of Janet Planet and Sugar Bones strutting like

Koenig’s in a bomber jacket. Or maybe he’s not. Maybe I made that up, but it feels true—like how “Harmony

The walls sweat before we do. The air thick with pre-impact tension, like the moment before a brawl or the

The train from Kings Cross brings a legion of bodies all moving in one direction. Thick-soled boots and the occasional

There’s something about Beabadoobee at Alexandra Palace that makes it feel like the ‘90s were never a decade but a

Something’s wrong with the air. It hums. It pulses. The walls of the O2 don’t breathe; they flex. The bassline

The ceiling is sweating, the walls are vibrating, and somewhere in the mess of bodies and beer-slicked floor, someone is