Reviews

Even fatties have their moment in the sun and those lardy, enchanting London-based digits-four from Ealing, London, The Magic Numbers have clearly earned it with that tremendously bouncy and addictive slice of pop that is their ‘Forever Lost’ single – cross-pollinated from the earnest fragile vocals of Wayne Coyne and Grandaddy’s Jason Lytle, the jingly-jangly buoyancy of the Lemonheads and a shot of California sunshine. And there you were thinking the achievements of fatties amounted to little more than making Continue Reading

Live

Eels @ Royal Festival Hall, London, 23.05.2005

Grand and expansive veterans of widescreen loveliness dress down in t-shirts and jeans for an evening of precise and perfectly pitched awkwardness. James Berry stumbles forward.09/06/2005 E, possibly America’s most celebrated depressive, almost didn’t make it here tonight, he got so worn down by the prospect of touring that he made plans to stay still for a long while. But here he is, because an emotional masochist can change one’s mind, up on the Royal Festival Hall’s buffed, hallowed boards, Continue Reading

Live

Joy Zipper @ ICA, London, 28.04.2005

James Berry joins the band floating in zero gravity for a spot of beautifully unpretentious alt-country with a kinky shell. I think that’s what he said, anyway. 04/05/2005 They’re so bloody elusive, New York’s infamous alt-ethereal duo Joy Zipper, to the point of being a mythical construct. Crud missed the start of the set (hey, don’t blame us – blame the mad chap in a wheelchair blocking traffic on Charing Cross Road) but they may as well have seeped in Continue Reading

Reviews

Surfing the web before writing this review, Crud stumbled upon this piece of strange weirdness – some nutter’s tribute to Johnny Borrell involving him dancing round his room to ‘Golden Touch’ with a Borrell print out pinned to his face. Indeed. In the interests of impartiality, and for the converse viewpoint check this.  So for a man who implores such bipolar reactions in people (and that is by no means restricted to these two links), a man who knows there Continue Reading

Reviews

When you get to this level, and Audioslave are undoubtedly as part of the machine as the next band, nothing ever happens without being pored over, analysed and justified (financially, not morally). So it can be no mistake that this album bears the name ‘Out of Exile’. And why is that exactly? Well here we have a band who exist under the premise that they are renegades, cast out and regrouping covertly on the fringes after their previous, more significant, Continue Reading