Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
Ready To Receive
...invariably [B]The Animalhouse[/B] get described as a [a]Ride[/a] spin-off band...
A sometime player and producer with Supergrass, Williams was also a member of The Mystics, a band long fjted in Oxford, only to split up before their debut album was released. So, with him in control, forget about swathes of Ridesque guitar; reconsider comparisons to the awful Hurricane #1 and get ready for a retread of the same retro schtick that ensured The Mystics never escaped the Oxford ringroad.
Occasionally it rises above such concerns, as 'Spacetrash' is a cavalier mix of guitars and bleeps and 'Sodium Glow' a breathlessly odd bit of dissolute spookiness, but such dalliances are passing fancies. Far too enamoured with kow-towing to the past, for the most part 'Ready To Receive' rocks in a predictably stoned and fuzzy way, the whole thing reaching its nadir with 'Wasted', a vastly inferior copy of Primal Scream's 'Rocks', right down to the T-Rexisms, handclaps and talk of "angels and freaks".
Strained by one member's past, The Animalhouse sound more like a one-man band than an Oxford indie supergroup. The plan has been long in the making, yet it's fallen at the first hurdle.
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