Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
Calexico : Ride, The
[B]'Brothers And Sisters'[/B] at least has a clear eye and an honest face. The youth group outreach projects await.
some moral guidance. Coldplay have their eyes on the land of the bedsit, where non-specific angst and vague defiance stalk the night like hamsters, and songs like 'Brothers And Sisters' are there to take the strain off The Samaritans' hotline.
Unite, is the message here, spread love around - sentiments that should be crass like Chris Tarrant, yet somehow emerge free of evil. That the song springs from the psychic links between Thom Yorke and Bob Mould (acoustic earnestness, airy wailing) helps too; after all, if they came canvassing door-to-door you know you'd let them in. Coldplay are equally trustworthy indie evangelists, and if they're light on fire-and-brimstone thrills right now, 'Brothers And Sisters' at least has a clear eye and an honest face. The youth group outreach projects await.
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