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They came, they conquered. They came again, they conquered. With more than just an air of predictability Metallica return with the fairly hefty and typically miserable and misanthropic, St Anger. And yes, it’s typically angry also. Let’s assess the itinerary: Vitriol? Check. Facial morphing technique? Check. Non-specific bestial elements? Check. Volume on 11? Check. Ludricous menacing growl? Check. Heaving, bristling testicles? Check. Improbable all round scowls? Check. Monstrously miscalculated orchestra? Wait a minute….just who was supposed to bring the monstrously Continue Reading

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Singer-songwriter and swirling jazz lethario, Bruce Cockburn releases his first full-length studio since 1999’s well received “Breakfast In New Orleans Dinner In Timbuktu“ and with three decades of material now behind him, it was unlikely it was going to be anything less than a consumate and richly layered collection of bluesey and instinctive finger-lickin’ work tunes. With a lazy and humid feel not unlike that of 70’s jazz/folk beard master John Martyn, Cockburn (yes, an unfortunate name for a serious Continue Reading

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What is it with US punk bands and puns.  In fact what is it with US punkbands and humour full stop?  I’m not saying I want po-faced emointrospection but for god’s sake stop lightening up just so much. OK. You’ve never heard of Flashlight Brown.  Sorry. Maybe you have.  If it’s the later then you are most likely a ‘duuuude who like seriouslylikes a good time’ and live in a US mid-west backwater, or are Canadian(that’s where FLB hail from).  Continue Reading

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Lets make no bones about it, if bands are going to wear their influences on their sleeves it’s only right, quite frankly, that folks like me should point them out at every god given opportunity. Lazy journalism? Praps. But it’s an idleness more than equally matched by many of the bands themselves and their own sluggish reluctance to pursue something original. British Sea Power on the otherhand, manage to stir up the dream of a thousand past masters whilst simultaneously Continue Reading

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Royksopp, Metro Arena certainly, but what about The Avalanches? Picking up where the monstrously fine summer single of 2001, ‘Since I Left You’ left off comes ‘Hangin Around 03’ – the punchy, spicey equivalent of a glassful of sunshine. Hot and hazy with the ever imminent threat of thunder, International Pony – with the helping hand of Stepchild (of Tribe Called Quest fame) have chipped away at the cold marble of loungecore to reveal a sizzling slab of party funk. Continue Reading

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It’s almost always the case that those records you love the most often yield the least words. What makes it even worse is when you have such celebrated alternatives as Grandaddy offer up an album that seems every bit as good as their previous without it ever really challenging the fragile – and often magical – base upon which that album stands. At a point where any other band thesedays would flout the standard set by their previous release by Continue Reading

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La Musica Negra marks the first album without former guitarist and vocalist Anne Marie Griffin and although dedicated to her, it’s something of a departure from the Dave Grohl produced ‘In The Pink’. Scott Bondy and his Birmingham, Alabama gang dish up some trashy and sleazy riffs for colossal railroading track, ‘Way Out West’ and AC/DC thumping,’It’s Alright, It’s Okay’ (Jesus Told Me So) but elsewhere it all gets a bit sticky. ‘All The Saints’ bleeds the indie bandwagon dry Continue Reading

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A little after a month of the release of their Still & Raw EP, Front 242’s first full-length studio recording for Metropolis, Pulse, will be available on May 6th. Like the EP, Pulse is a departure from hard-core industrial as the band adopts an ambient house sound. The first 5 tracks blend together into one mind bending journey of synthesized chaos and trip-hop beats. The mood of Pulse is ghostly unnerving as Jean-Luc De Meyer’s vocals draw on the eerie Continue Reading

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We’re this time trawling the megahertz of the global village groove that is dub. But what is Dub? We all use it, we all abuse it and one or more popular artists at one time allege to have forged some deep, quasi-religious connection with it. Gorillaz even managed to score a number of hits claiming they were Dub’s original pop vagrants. They weren’t of course. It was often the people whose faces and names can’t be remembered for want of Continue Reading

Live

Editors Live at the Brixton Academy 2006

In the dark, reclining obscurity of London’s Brixton Academy James Berry hunches over a shiny platter of beer and gazes into the bright, portentous fortunes of uber cool cyber-brummies, the Editors. ‘Baby, pleeease, stop scryin’. Crud can be really quite bad at making predictions. We thought Coldplay had probably peaked when they sold out Brixton Academy at the tail end of their first album and would just fade into indistinguishable mulch at the bottom of indie history’s bin. We honestly Continue Reading