Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
Coup De Grace
If the whole idea of kitsch is crushingly dull in these glamour-sated days, then Elvis kitsch is possibly the dullest subset of all, somewhere behind [B]BBC[/B] sitcoms and [a]Oasis[/a] tribute bands.
The concept is this: Belfast Elvis impersonator sings songs by dead people that Elvis never sang. So, through the paltry comedy of juxtaposition, The King treats the world to versions of 'Come As You Are', 'No Woman No Cry' and 'Love Will Tear Us Apart'. If that raises a smile, seek professional help before the long, novelty record run-up to Christmas sends you over the edge of hilarity and into a high-security ward.
Only a sadist with an impressively evil genius could find a valid use for this piece of plastic. Otherwise, it's just another globule of pop cholesterol silting up music's arteries.
The King is dead. No, really, he is. Very.
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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