It’s freezing outside, but the atmosphere inside the Sheffield Octagon is suitably warm.
We should be grateful for any version of Doves right now. They are still one of the most vital indie rock bands in the country.
We are all grateful that Richard Willis Hawley keeps finding new ways to redefine longing, heartbreak and nostalgia – a magical evening.
The classical musicians were, as one would expect, note-perfect and indistinguishable from the recorded score.
A record so groundbreaking, so innovative that it should have pushed EE to superstardom at home and abroad,
To be in the presence of a genuine genius, leading a number of the world’s finest musicians was a spectacle I’ll never forget as long as I live.
Ash have earned the right to play whatever the hell they want, and there can be few complaints in the wake of career-spanning 21 song set.
Seldom have any of them left me with a feeling that the show I had just witnessed was just for me.
Everyone here tonight has been lucky to see such a talented band in such a small, intimate venue but the sounds are big
There is no encore. Nor is an encore needed. Sprints do what they need to do and leave the stage to rapturous and loud applause.