Review by Ross Scott for MPM 31 years after they split up, and mere weeks after their first gig since 1994, the actual legendary Sugar hit Belfast’s Ulster Hall during a mini heatwave. Kicking things off is Baltimore’s J Robbins. Armed only with an acoustic guitar, the crowd are treated to a short set mainly made up of solo material. …
Milwaukee knows how to host a loud night, but on May 18, 2026, the Eagles Ballroom inside The Rave/Eagles Club felt less like a venue and more like a living thing: buzzing hallways, sticky floors, bass rattling through old plaster walls, strangers grinning at each other before the lights even dropped.
By the time Sepultura took the stage, Ramova felt used up in the best possible way. The air had thickened. Shirts clung. The floor had that post-pit gloss, beer and sweat turning the venue into a human oil slick. But the room was not tired. It was ready.
The haunting eastern tinged intro of Mandylion heralds the arrival of Dutch legends The Gathering to the stage for the first night proper of the Mandylion Anniversary 2026 tour in the magnificent surroundings of the Shepherds Bush Empire, London.
Milwaukee got a strange kind of memory on May 15—one delivered through blast beats, Viking steel, cartoon apocalypse, and enough artificial smoke to bring the night to a very real end.
For one night in Rosemont, Illinois, the calendar flipped backward four decades. Denim jackets came out of closets. Vintage tour shirts reappeared like treasured relics.
On a chilly May night in Moline, Illinois, the kind of Midwestern evening where the wind coming off the Mississippi River still carries the memory of winter, three generations of hard rock collided inside the Vibrant Arena at The MARK.
Reggie’s Music Joint already feels like a place that knows too much.
Joe Bonamassa was playing at probably his third favourite home (alongside the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville) the iconic Royal Albert Hall, London on the 7th of May, the day before his 49th birthday.
On a cool spring night in Milwaukee, the kind where Lake Michigan’s breeze still carries a lingering chill, The Rave/Eagles Club stood glowing against the dark sky.
Review & Photography by Nathen Vestal for MPM On Thursday night in Madison, the Majestic Theatre did not need much decoration. It barely had any. The room sat there stripped down and practical, an old theater with multiple viewing tiers and just enough light to keep the edges visible. No grand visual sermon. No elaborate stage dressing. No cathedral glow. …
Margate Dreamland. An odd, yet strangely cool little corner of our green earth. And right now, it’s having a proper resurgence.
It has been far too long since I have seen Sari live due to all sorts of reasons but a Sari gig is like slipping into a pair of old jogging bottoms, comfortable, easy and one of the places you want to be.
Puscifer at The Sylvee on Tuesday night was not a casual stop-in, not a “let’s see what this is about” evening, not a background soundtrack for overpriced tallboys and loose Tuesday ambition.
At the heart of Bridgwater’s music scene The Cobblestones stands stoically proud on the eastern side of the River Parrett, a waterway that bisects this Somerset market town. It once generated prosperity for this town, but the bustling docks and quaysides now lie quiet with the main focus of commerce upon supporting the nearby Hinkley Point C nuclear power station.
Belfast has enjoyed a spate of bright, sunny days in the past few weeks, chasing away the shadows and forcing the darkness of winter to recede into memory.