The Forty-Five

2 weeks ago | thefortyfive.com | Charlotte Gunn

Lucy Dacus is sat on the sofa in a baseball cap, jeans and a tee. It’s been a funny ol’ morning. It’s the week before the release of her fourth album, ‘Forever Is A Feeling’, a record of songs which unfuddles the complexities of desire and love through Dacus’ poetic indie. She’s in London to play a couple of intimate museum shows to mark the album’s launch. Yesterday, an article in The New Yorker revealed that the subject of her affection – and the new album – is her boygenius bandmate Julien Baker.

2 weeks ago | thefortyfive.com | Henrietta Taylor

Miso Extra, real name Emily, looks cosy when she answers The Forty-Five’s video call – smiley and a bit sleepy, cradling a cup of something warm and soothing. “My brain is fried. Bear with me. My operating is slower today than usual,” she implores, as her family cat Yuzu saunters into view. The London-based artist, a producer and performer who sings and raps in English and Japanese, has every right to be a little bit dazed.

1 month ago | thefortyfive.com | Charlotte Gunn

Coachella 2025 has begun with Lady Gaga, Green Day and Post Malone topping the three-day bill in the Indio desert. And for anyone making the long drive from LA or even Palm Springs to the festival site, you will, as has become customary, be treated to some excellently on-brand marketing from the lineup’s biggest names. The festival’s desert billboards have become viral moments in their own right, getting thirstier by the year (thanks, Sabrina Carpenter).

1 month ago | thefortyfive.com | Charlotte Gunn

Wet Leg are back with a brand new song and new album on the way. ‘Moisturizer’ will be the band’s second LP and follow up to their Grammy-winning debut. It’s due for release on July 11th and the news arrives with lead single ‘Catch These Fists’ a ferocious dance-punk anthem that maintains the band’s knack for making sprechgesang fun.

1 month ago | thefortyfive.com | Tracy Kawalik

A translucent silver scrim, running from floor to ceiling, undulates like waves to twinkling piano. Behind it, 070 Shake sits on a chair – sultry, styled in a black leather jacket and beret – crooning her opening song, ‘Sin’, about the death of a relationship, so smoothly that the crowd is gripped by the mood, transported for a fleeting moment to a smoky jazz club. But not for long. Petrichor is a biochemical term for the scent that rises from the earth after it rains.