On her third album, the former Nickelodeon star sheds the cute popstar image, adopting a message of empowerment that rings true
Across The Bridge Of Hope
The Queens are a little bit [a]Kiss[/a], a little bit cussed, willing to tease with populist hooks before the fuck-you guitar assault...
Members of this band used to be in KYUSS, a name which makes more sense when listening to this new ensemble. The Queens are a little bit KISS, a little bit cussed, willing to tease with populist hooks before the fuck-you guitar assault. 'Mexicola' could be a heavier OASIS (if they'd ripped off The MC5 instead of THE BEATLES) but they follow this with the goth histrionics of 'You Would Know', unwilling to show us a good time without immediate rebuttal.
With the Garage packed and crowd surfers already bobbing above the audience, Josh knows he's preaching to the converted. But, ultimately, it feels like the reconstituted Kyuss have found an even more apposite name. This is music to watch dinosaurs to.
A smarter and more mature film than the first Bad Neighbours, albeit one that still loves a good dick joke
A satisfying return to Verve form that’s also a churning maelstrom of death, riots, revolution, terrorism and two-faced politicians
Oscar Scheller’s been compared to Blur and Elastica, and that sounds about right
Medium-sized guests and the vibey sounds of tropical house combine on an album that's not quite euphoric