Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
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..he's making the leap into the 'live' arena, he's opted for a cross between[a]Lo-Fidelity Allstars[/a] and an Eastern European gameshow. We don't know why...
"FUCKIN' 'ELL, FUCKIN' 'ELL, FUCKIN' 'ELL."
Well, what were you expecting? Sgt. Rock is a man whose eclectic DJ sets have previously aroused the interest of, ooh, dozens of amyl-crazed 20-somethings; now he's making the leap into the 'live' arena, he's opted for a cross between Lo-Fidelity Allstars and an Eastern European gameshow. We don't know why.
Yet even after the initial whiplash of bafflement, the whole thing feels so right. Debut Wiiija single 'Yeah Word Party', like its predecessor 'Superdickie', is a brilliantly fruggable, biscuit-tin big beat concoction for people who find Fatboy Slim a little too sophisticated. As old-skool acid revivals go, this locates the scene's heart with far more precision than the usual Day-Glo wankery.
So it's stupid. But as Smiley attempts to drink his pint, before remembering that he doesn't have a mouth, the message seems to be: aren't we all?
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