Reviews

Here comes trouble. Just when you think you’re getting to like brother-sister duo The Fiery Furnaces they tie your shoelaces together, rip the final chapter out of your book and run off giggling delectably, leaving you aggravated and unfulfilled, but unable to rule out giving them a second chance. Their albums thus far have been investigations into the sturdiness of patience – watch a monkey throw daggers at an ice-cube for eternity and the law of averages will have him Continue Reading

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It’s amazing, but on occasion it is possible for a guitar to make a wiseass tolerable. It’s true (though obviously not everyone can be saved, some just get more amplified – see the insufferable Jack Black). Of course we’re making presumptions here, based on the evidence available. And the evidence available suggests a guy who’s witty rhyming couplets and like todally easy going attitude completely define him. Take away the guitar and you’ve probably got the type of bar-fly who Continue Reading

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The debut album is a gift ravaged graciously by many – creative buds given the berth to burst wide open for the first time, foundations laid, curtains raised, debts paid, a world of possibilities either realised or borne afresh, all tumbling freely amongst the entwined ambitions of the tracklisting. Or not. Alas The Others, apparently allergic to the medium’s potential, manage to make their debut album already seem a step too far. They were, up until fairly recently, little more Continue Reading

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Our own and the future’s love affair with the 1980s continues in solid style with the release of the hugely enjoyable and retrotastic ‘Phantascope’ by the inevitably New York centered ‘Anubian Lights’. Brought together in 1995 by Tommy Greñas and Len Del Rio through a mutual love of Kraftwerk, Cabaret Voltaire, Warp and Factory Records the band made their debut in 2001 with Nazbar via the now defunct Disc Hot Wax! Label. This time, however, the boys have brought in Continue Reading

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To nit-pick, or not to nit-pick; that is the question. Or it’s my question at least in respect of Feeder’s fifth studio album, ‘Pushing The Senses’ whose ruminative introspection threatens to plod like an elephant over thumping tigerish efforts like ‘Buck Rogers’, and leave big, baggy pools of melancholy in its wake. Many would argue that it was previous album, ‘Comfort in Sound’ that really marked the departure from the razor-sharp power-pop of breakthrough album ‘Echo Park’ – but the Continue Reading

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Comparable to the likes of Amp Fiddler in her tenacious and eclectic pursuit of a nu-soul groove through the jittery ravages of drum and bass and the smooth, fluid heartaches of classic r n b, Oakland, CA born singer, songwriter, and spoken-word artist, Jennifer Johns at the very least manages to wrestle with innovation and complexity even if she doesn’t completely master it on first album, ‘Heavyelectromagneticsoularpoeticjunglehop’. The Eastern backdrop to the graceful and hypnotic ‘Heavy (808-jungalastic afro freak) even Continue Reading

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Lord knows Pete Best had it hard enough living up to expectations as fifth Beatle (alongside a baker’s half dozen other fifth Beatles) so inevitably, Money Mark’s mantel as fourth-Beastie Boy prepares a similar difficult path to follow. What did he do for the Beastie Boys? Well in addition to a spot of carpentry and repair for the boys on G-Son Studio and Grand Royal’s main office, Money Mark – long time friend of other fifth Beastie Boy, Mario Caldato, Continue Reading

Live

Dizzee Rascal @ Roadmender, Northampton, Nov 24, 2004

Natasha crawls the urban landscape of Northampton and above all else, looks sharp.02/12/2004 I used to think that being stuck at a garage/hip hop concert would feel like being stuck between my usual comforting rock and a hard (core) place (ho ho). But dodgy metaphors aside, I’m not often right, and I was wrong again. Zane Lowe’s “equal rights in music” motto has not only taken him across the country but across polar opposites of music – from the baggy Continue Reading

Features

Mansun Coordinates — Where the Stars Are At!

Hey you! Yes, you. Put down that bloody Nirvana box set! It’s only shamelessly preying on your inexplicable charity towards the dead anyway. Tracks never worthy of release sold on for oodles of mark-up so that Ms Love-Cobain can put Francis Bean through private school without dipping into her prescription fund? Bargain. Or you could just move your gaze to the left in yer music shop racks and find a posthumous boxed collection really worthy of some love. Mansun didn’t Continue Reading

Reviews

It was a cash-in then, it’s a cash-in now. Off the back of the tsunami of critical acclaim that was lavished on Wilson’s recent ‘Smile’ album comes something of lesser stature: the Beach Boys’ singing well-known Christmas standards, backed by lifeless orchestration that Brian Wilson had precious little to do with. Released in 1964 – although admittedly bulked out and justified this time around with a couple of alternate mixes and rarities (the sound of Dennis Wilson getting poked up Continue Reading