Justin Vernon’s third Bon Iver album is a weird and wonderful thing
Big Sur : Lonely when I'm down
...do SOMETHING instead of irritating the rest of us with your balls-achingly irritating, self-pitying whining!
Word of advice, Tosser, buy a punchbag and glue a picture of Chris Evans on it and the next time you feel yourself getting bummed out stick some boxing gloves on your fists and some cranked-up to merry-fuckery Prodge on the stereo and belt 777,000 shades of steaming shit out of the smug ginger twat's freckled fizzog and KEEP punching away - SMAK! SMAK! SMAK! SMAK! - until
you achieve endorphin-drenched hate-nirvana like Sylvester Stallone at the end of Rocky.
But make sure you warm up and stretch properly first or you could do yourself an injury.
With their bigger and better second album, London-based indie/dance band Boxed In have earned their breakout moment
Islamic mythology meets the horror of war in this claustrophobic, low-budget spine-tingler
California’s coolest lift their usual murk on a free-spirited, adventurous third album at odds with its ‘mature’ description
The New York new wave reprobates’ debut delivers instant gratification via boisterous choruses and loveable melodies