Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
A Place In The Sun
[a]Lit[/a] are punks, but only in the loosest sense possible....
Lit's are the merrily-ricocheting 'No Big Thing', and 'My Own Worst Enemy', which has a hook as sharp and persistent as a leech. Gonzoid trash fun maybe, but how we got from The Dead Kennedys to here remains a mystery.
But then, Lit, you suspect, never had a herculean struggle with the concept of selling out - they were too busy dreaming of fast cars and snappy additions to their tattoo and lip beard collections. It really is that shallow; their regulation dalliances with ska and new wave precision-tooled for bland radio stations and undemanding mall rats. Worse still, they can't even be bothered to follow the punk charade through properly. Accordingly 'Perfect One' and 'Down' are morally-bankrupt cheese, owing more to '70s soft rock than anything Joe Strummer might recognise.
In California they brew their own sunny brand of punk. It might be emasculated, but be fearful - it's taking over the world.
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