Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
Like having a group of angry people read you three books at the same time through a megaphone, only more hypnotic...
The obvious comparison is with the Wu-Tang Clan, the barrage of voices skittering over rattling, skittish backing tracks, colliding and bouncing off the insides of these musical padded cells. The rappers - Juice Aleem, Ebu and Lord Redeem - seem to be able to adopt different styles at will, adding to the confusion, voices intermeshing at light-speed. Stray fragments of lyrics stick out of the aggregate, spiking anyone who handles it carelessly: "Sit still and see insects talking/Robotic controls/A pale horseman walking on the roof/Of this vocal booth"... "I'll hang you from the Rotunda/Mic style's bangin' like thunder/Ka-boom!"... "Zim zimma, who's got the money for my travelcard?"
It's like having a group of angry people read you three books at the same time through a megaphone, only more hypnotic and probably less focused.
An intense, if bewildering, experience.
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