Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
Like the Open University on BBC2 on Saturday mornings, domestic alternative guitar music is in extreme danger of taking itself
far too seriously. I mean, come
on Auntie Beeb, where's the cartoons? Dead Jeff tragically drowned and now Radiohead are more than likely to go all U2 super-band political on us. Can't we just leave it at that?
Apparently not, Dublin's bumfluff-faced threesome are keeping the emotive but dull guitar music vibe alive. Hell, they even have the barefaced cheek to rhyme "you and I" with "we're going so high". Apparently the young lovers in the song don't need oxygen. Medics and biology teachers may beg to differ. As will their old English teachers when they hear this and realise that their former pupils have failed to grasp the twin concepts of bathos and pathos.
Soon there will quite possibly be Open University courses on Saturday mornings concerning the less than vital or compelling question of whether or not we need JJ72 in our lives. 'Oxygen' is a record that asks two philosophically vast and emotive questions of the bedsit-dwelling poet. Namely: has it finished yet? And: where's the party? Ah. It's just arrived.
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