Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
While their heads are calculating Krautrock equations, their hearts are yearning for Smeg fridges.
No surprise then that it results in predictable, repetitive industrial music. Think Stereolab without the situationism but with added Cold War claustrophobia, a less angular Billy Mahonie... or alternatively, just listen to current single 'Pacifica' and then imagine nine variations on that theme.
There's the odd deviation, but basically there is only one idea running through this album. Lock into a groove built on two-note bass rumbles and looped guitar lines until a climax is reached. Sometimes James Brooks overlays a doped vocal. Sometimes he doesn't. Elsewhere paint, in an angsty kind of way, dries.
Multiply the '50s by the '70s and you don't get the future, it seems. You get
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