Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
Up Up Up Up Up Up
For an aging '70s crooner whom The Kids will no doubt dismiss either as a new kind of Teletubby or that two-headed fella from [I][B]The Hitch-Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy[/B][/I], there are two paths t
Not that you can blame Engelbert Humperdinck (a Latino phrase meaning 'Tom Jones with no testes') for his modest cache of hits ('Release Me', 'The Last Waltz', 'Quando Quando Quando', all soon to be featured on Wedding Receptions From Hell) being smothered by the sound of an electric piano being given some rather frantic hot lovin' by DJ Smegcheese from your local Ritzy's. After all, the chances are some tosser who used to produce KWS probably realised that a remix of the theme from The Fast Show might earn him some swift moolah and Engie's nurses simply lifted his face out of his cat food in agreement to the project.
Think Steps' 'Tragedy' sung by a rubbish Neil Diamond for an hour. Now have a long lie down.
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