Review and Photography: Stephen Brophy for MPM Forty years of any band is something to celebrate and the Pixies are currently out doing just that. When you have the influence they have over their career and a catalog with the depth of theirs it’s always interesting on what’s going to make it to the set. Was also going to be …
What do ‘Fish n Chips’, ‘Bangers n Mash’ and ‘Sunday Roasts’ all have in common? Bear with me on this one, it isn’t what you think. Agreed, they are types of English classic cuisine, but they’re also the chants of 1800 sweaty rockers at a sweltering Saturday night at Bournemouth’s O2 Academy.
As we make our way into Belfast on a warm Thursday evening, it’s been a crazy week of gigs. The festival season is on in Europe so a lot of bands are coming to the Emerald Isle.
The day we have all been waiting for has finally arrived!! The mini bus is packed with impassioned fans and the atmosphere is charged as we motor towards the big smoke via Donegal and Derry.
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.
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.