About Livemusic.fm

WHAT'S LMFM ALL ABOUT?

If they can't cut it live, we're just not interested.

With over 30 years combined experience working in the music business our team has seen it all. From iconic artists who fueled the fires of Sex, Drugs and Rock 'n' Roll, to the new young bloods who will be the idols of tomorrow.

Do they look right? Have they got a record deal? Who cares?! All we want to know is: can they kill on stage? We know when they've got it - and if you don't agree then you can tell us and every other live music junky out there. On livemusic.fm you'll find out who you should be catching live before it's too late, and next thing you know, they're appearing as a blip in some stadium not near you.

And if you know something we don't, then let everyone know on livemusic.fm.

It all counts - from the N.E.C. to the sweaty basement of the Troubador (where the likes of Hendrix and Dylan cut their teeth), from the good and the bad to the downright fucken ugly. It's out there and you'll hear about it on livemusic.fm. Because live music is more than a passion. We need our regular gig fix to survive.

At livemusic.fm you can keep the faith and get everyone amped about the thrill of experiencing music live.

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WHY LIVE MUSIC?

Good question. Why hang out in a smoky den with a hundred sweaty, jostling people armed with plastic pints overflowing with cheap lager? Why suck a bass-line into your brain and glimpse the meaning-of-existence-for-tomorrow-you-die?

Why not dig the alternative: dead music? iPod sounds you hear in your head, but can’t feel in your bones. Music you don’t need to get out of bed for. Because if you still want to hang-out with other people you can always share a wet-wiped earpiece, bodysurf the bus queue, or slam-dance your fellow tube commuters.

And if that doesn’t capture the buzz, then why not try that dive you used to love? Only now it’s a fucken Tesco Metro like everything else – so on the way back home listen to that live album and wait for that bit of live chaos; which always happens at the same place because you’ve heard it so many times before …

Or you could go to a gig. Tonight. Because there is nothing on earth, or on the bus, or in the bath quite like it.

Because you will never forget the first time - that expectation as the band slouched on stage, the realization they were better in the flesh than on CD, bouncing along with the crowd and knowing for that moment you’d found your tribe, singling out that girl or boy that you hoped you’d bump into at the bar and that you’d then go and see the next gig together …

Because you can’t beat that.
Because even a shit gig’s good.
Because you’re not going to drink snake-bite anywhere else.
Because if it’s not live it’s dead.

That’s why.