It’s a sunny, but windy, day at East Yorkshire’s birding hotspot of Flamborough Head. A small crowd has gathered outside a row of cottages near the tip of the headland in the hopes of seeing an Iberian Chiffchaff…
If there’s one band likely to raise a smile it’s Screaming Maldini. The Sheffield six-piece mix musical virtuosity and pop sensibilities into an uncategorisable brew of epic lushness, guaranteed to raise the spirits of all but the clinically dead.
“You may have seen a mysterious character roaming the streets of Sheffield – a bearded, top-hatted man in Victorian garb, usually followed by a group of terrified onlookers. This is Mr P Dreadful…”
“Sheffield-based filmmaker Sylvia Broeckx is on a mission – to persuade the people of America that her fellow atheists aren’t terrifying, amoral Satanists, and are just as huggable as everyone else.”
On fortnightly term time Fridays, tucked away in Sheffield University’s Raynor Lounge, a venue that even in its recently extended form is still what you may call cosy, is Offbeat. Ran by couple Chris Stride and Gill Graham, it’s been keeping the local indie kids dancing away for a decade now, and shows no signs of stopping.
“It’s probably the hottest day since records began. I have no meteorlogical proof for this but sitting in our snapper’s sweltering studio it definitely feels the case, and the heat, along with a 1-0 win for England, seems to have conspired to make for a slightly tipsy Yell.”