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,...
Young Knives’ tweedy carapace barely conceals a polemical, gently despairing heartbeat. But this album also suggests that they’re capable of writing the kind of big pop anthems that...
If we’re to believe the reviews written in the wake of The Kills’ recent gig at Soho Revue Bar then this third album should be self-regarding tosh on a par with The Fiery Furnaces whole...
