Props to Alex Turner for mimicking Scott Walker, but ‘Sunday…’ sets the bar for strings-laden, sweeping music that throbs, thrashes and sizzles with sex. Informed by Alice...
Cut Copy ducked out of the way, and into the studio, just as the words ‘new’ and ‘rave’ were being awkwardly fused together by glowstick companies with a surplus of stock....
Yeah, don’t bother. Having followed the beefy, gospel-stoked body-rocker that was ‘Play’ with records of downtempo electronica and acoustic strummery, Moby here turns in a concept...
As calling cards go, 2007’s ‘Thou Shalt Always Kill’ was well, a killer. Both determinedly cultish and all over radio and the decks of cooler indie clubs, it was at once a wryly...
Sun-blasted scuzz rockers Dean Spunt and the wonderfully named singing drummer Randy Randall never outstay their welcome: psychedelic surf pop tunes like ‘Sleeper Hold’ and closer...
Lovers of la grande folie they may be (once making an LP from the sounds of a plastic surgery procedure), but Matmos are very serious about their work. Here, they run the vintage synth/sampler/ PC...
In a recent popjustice.com interview it was a shock to see Hadouken! frontman James Smith lose any shred of musical mystique when he started talking about how ‘the wider public view you by...
No matter how much studio trickery is employed these days, the difference between a turd and a diamond is still glaringly obvious, something that The Wave Pictures’ (official) debut proves...
It’s reductive and plain wrong to call Crystal Castles’ debut album ‘techno-metal’, ‘eight-bit noise terror’, or any of those other glib descriptions...
Another week, another brilliant husband and wife duo; this time a drummer and a vocal improv graduate who hail from Sweden, probably don’t wear shoes, and make intense, minimal blues-folk...
