Cliches that should be in this review but I’m too lazy to write up: a) post-rock that’s not boring b) instrumental music that isn’t boring c) break downs and heavy bits that aren’t boring.

You get the idea. “Colours” isn’t boring, and given how saturated the internet has left modern music can you really ask for more? You absolutely should, and Vasa will certainly deliver. And in a much more timely fashion than most other post-rock bands.

This is how punk rock is supposed to sound: ferocious and unforgiving and with raw intensity. That sort of approach seems to have been lost amongst a sea of stylish hair cuts for a lot of bands. Thankfully, bands like Frank Carter & The Rattlesnakes provide a much needed violent head shave to that kind of music.

The music business is only insincere if you buy into the idea that business side of it is an after thought to its artistic motivations. If you look at it is a business, just one that by and large has a pretty creative output, it’s as sincere as any kind of business can be.

The fact that sales matter, downloading is stealing, image does count for a lot and that perception is just as important as a great record doesn’t detract from the quality of the best music. It’s just how time has forced us to consume it.

There’ a school of thought that it’s not about how well you can play, it’s about what you play. I’m pretty much on board with that.  Song-writing over virtuosity FTW.

That being said…if you can really, really play it’s pretty sick. Combine that with interesting song-writing and you’re laughing. Colours To Shame are laughing all the way to the bank vault where they presumably safely store and insure all those sweet riffs of theirs.

Pop music is awesome. I was going to write it always has been…but that isn’t true recently. Because pop is now a genre when once it just meant music that was popular. Music that was in some way accessible to a lot of people.

I’d love to say I miss the days when chart music was simply a measurement of what artists sold the most records that week and not of who had the largest team at the major label, but I don’t. I’m told by people with even more grey in their beards than I have that it was the case once upon a time.

Thrice came back this year. Which if you’re a blubing Thrice fan-boy, or lady, like myself is among the best of the best news. I love that band. I love the odd born again Christian undertones of the latter-day material a lot less, but the tunes are bangin’ right? So I can just pretend they’re deep and personal esoteric metaphors instead.

But Thrice went onto hiatus in the first place because they felt creatively spent and full-time touring is exhausting, debilitating and expensive.  Now they’re back and obviously getting offered lovely wads of cash for exclusive festival appearances, like Hevy, and short tours. Does that dilute their legacy of being a fiercely creative band with punk rock roots?

Probably. But I can’t say I care.

I’ve no idea why I didn’t post this set earlier…probably something lame to do with real life working or being too ginger or something.

Regardless, here’s a set of Eva Plays Dead bringing the “rock” and other minerals to Broadcast a wee while back. I’m forced to confess, I didn’t think much of the band on record from what I heard before the show. It wasn’t bad…but it didn’t have the eclecticism or edge that musical snobbery demands of contemporary UK rock bands. The taste for revitalising the obtuse and disgusting “rock ‘n’ roll” excesses and style of yesterday does nothing for me. Because I’m a grown up. (allegedly.)