Live Music

Keanu Reeves plays bass. There, we said it. Now forget it. Forget the actor, forget the mythology, forget the weight

Was it in the third or fourth song…? —maybe “BICHOTA,” maybe an earlier reggaetón assault disguised as an empowerment sermon—Karol

Three minutes in and Pink is already upside down, dangling like a punk-rock Cirque du Soleil anomaly, mic in one

Somewhere between waking and dreaming, she emerges. Not so much a presence as a flicker—a wavering silhouette framed by the

The BBC Big Weekend stage is Sabrina Carpenter’s for 30 minutes or so, but time collapses when a pop show

Go Dig My Grave seeps in like a fog at ground level, low and creeping. The air inside Hackney Empire,

Declan McKenna is an escape artist. A slight shift in perspective, a few notes in, and you’re somewhere else entirely.

It starts with the kind of hush that isn’t silence, but something thicker, weightier—a held breath before the first note