Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
The Clientele: London Moriarty's
Thank the Lord that The Clientele's one idea is a bloody good one...
As it is, they draw you into their world of high romance and captivate you
with their walks through warm summer rain pitched with despair and desolation. 'Joseph Cornell' treads the same sidewalks as the VU's 'Pale Blue Eyes', tempering the obvious influence by stalking through the Delancey Street of Camden rather than Manhattan, stopping by the nocturnal dog-walkers of Highgate Park and kicking up the litter of London's late-night drunks.
The real life of painful remorse and regret that underpins The Clientele's lace-like melodies makes them transcend their musical reference points. The imagination at play here is pretty much the reason why they have a song called 'What Goes Up' rather than 'What Goes On'. After several, yep, atmospheric ballads they make you think that what they want is a massive Phil Spector production, a spacious sound that would echo through the sculptured walls of the Royal Albert Hall. There's the scope for such ambition in these polished jewels, but right now in the upstairs room of a pub they nonetheless sound glorious.
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