Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
Sounds Of The Empire
Like the soundtrack to a night spent smoking kif in a retro-futurist souk - you know the scene in [I]Blade Runner[/I] when Deckard wanders into the downtown LA casbah?...
Capitol K - Kristian Craig Robinson, from the East End via Malta, Dubai and Borneo, and percussionist Craig Harris - come to us courtesy of Mike Paradinas' label, though anyone expecting the click-klank of bedroom boffin sound technology's cutting edge is in for a surprise.
We have here snatches of downbeat trippiness like 'Janome Home' that evokes nothing so much as (early-Malcolm Mooney era) Can. We have the sample-collage craziness of 'Doe (My Pooter Sings)' and the hefty trans-global title track that weds Arabic strings, John Bonham-like breaks and digeridoos - yes, I know, but trust me, there's nothing here to appeal to beardy white blokes with dreadlocks who carry rainbow-beaded handbags - into a powerful and disorienting aural stew.
Capitol K evoke contemporary urban paranoia with a human face and it's all done with bits left over from 'Kashmir' and a huge dose of inspiration.
Character studies and ready melodies abound in the latest record by the Oxford quartet
A battle-like record where fear and dread rule
Another gripping Pedro Almodóvar mystery, full of vibrant visuals and emotional revelations
The Californian succeeds, once again, in exposing the ugliness of mankind. It’ll get under your skin