Wild Beasts’ fifth album is a Tinder-tastic display of carnal desire
The Indie Westlife advance ever-closer.
The howling embodiment of mean-it-man dude-rawk, The 'In are our saviours, allegedly, if we like our personal Jesus to be a riot-din colossus of shouty-punk frenetics. "Temper temper... temperature!" skree the El Paso gonkoids, loud enough to obliterate the alleged presence herein of Iggy Pop. Vim-rock fabulous, a scream on Top Of The Pops, what with the calm-down-calm-down Liverpool hair etc, but not at all like Eminem, and therefore, simultaneously, of no revolutionary point.The Indie Westlife advance ever-closer.
Viola Beach’s name will always be synonymous with tragedy, but at least now we have a document of who this band were
It’s essentially just a slick remix of Finding Nemo, but Finding Dory’s emotional moments will definitely hook you in
Ethan Hawke toots the horn for Chet Baker in this not-quite-a-biopic that takes jazzy liberties with the truth
Gucci Mane’s first album since leaving prison is a riot of big-hitting confessionals, plus Kanye and Drake guest spots