Director Jonathan Glazer has been hailed as the next Kubrick for Under The Skin, his adaptation of Michel Faber's sci-fi novel. It opened over the weekend to mainly ecstatic reviews. The film casts Scarlett Johansson as a predatory alien stalking the street of Glasgow to pick up men. If you haven't watched it already, you might have seen the trailer over the last few months. One of the things that struck me straight-off was the strange, insectival soundtrack. With metallic drones and buzzing, high-intensity strings it bred an uncomfortable, otherworldly atmosphere.
Julian Casablancas played a host of new material at SXSW over the weekend with his newly-formed backing band The Voidz after their live debut in Washington.
Foster The People return next week with new album 'Supermodel', the eagerly anticipated follow-up to 2011 sleeper smash 'Torches'. A vibrant indie-pop trip full of psychedelic technicolour flourishes, it's a bit of a belter - but don't take our word for it. Listen to the album in full now, exclusively on NME.com. And as if that wasn't enough, scroll below for an exclusive video interview with singer Mark Foster on the song that started it all for the LA band, 'Pumped Up Kicks'. Don't say we don't spoil you.
Rolling up to the clamoring cacophony of 6th St. on a South-by Saturday — where hundreds of bands are playing at once — feels like heading into a free-jazz locust swarm. My first stop was Maggie Mae's, where Gang of Youths took the stage at 1:35 p.m. By the end of the band's opening song, frontman Dave Leaupepe had uncontrollably rocked out so hard he'd accidentally yanked the cable out of his own guitar at least once.
Taking us through the highs and lows of Friday at SXSW is Minneapolis writer Jonathan Garrett, who finds joy from San Francisco, and Breeders-like pop smarts from one of Nashville's hottest new acts. "Friday came just in time. After the horribly tragic events of Wednesday night and a truly lackluster Thursday spent on interminable lines and watching a series of underwhelming performances, I was ready to throw in the towel and swear off SXSW for the foreseeable future.