Hailing from Eel Pie Island and bred on ’70s prog rock, when the Mystery Jets released their debut album in 2006 its chief appeal was their charming sense of adventure: one part King Crimson,...
We would put money on the fact that the first time you heard that fat, thrillingly fuzz-coated, primal, garage-blues guitar riff belching from your wireless, you cocked an ear and thought,...
Well, we’ve finally exhausted our supply of geometric analogies so let’s hope that indie music takes a turn for the funky sometime soon. Dark-hearted artrockers Foals, for their part,...
Electro might be old news over here but in Australia... well, it’s old news too. Not that this has stopped bumfluffed desert-dwelling producer Muscles from getting in on the act. The result...
While it’s unwise to think of musicians as soap stars, one can’t help but feel relieved that following the heartbreak of Elbow’s last album, salve has arrived for chief songman...
Fuck Buttons are balanced finely on the tipping point throughout this thrilling debut, rocking between blissful, melodic beauty and boding evil, sometimes in the same song, and almost exclusively...
You can understand why otherwise progressive young gentlemen might be drawn to the figure of the late John DeLorean, automobile exec turned jet-setting confidence trickster, who held the dubious...
The boundless energy and sugar and spice malevolence proffered by these shouty New Zealand punk-popsters – who sound like a saccharine-loaded Sons And Daughters – is enjoyable enough....
Apparently ‘Umbrella’ was destined for Cruz’s debut album until Rihanna stepped in with the dollars. He doesn’t need it. A toss up between Babyface, Timberlake and John...
Often, excavation serves to remind us why things stay buried, but Samy Ben Redjeb has struck black gold here. Following reissues of Zimbabwean funk pioneers, his Analog Africa label has gone west,...
