On her third album, the former Nickelodeon star sheds the cute popstar image, adopting a message of empowerment that rings true
Buff Medways : My Troubled Mind
What a hero...
broadsheets: who’d have thought that grizzled old
Billy Childish would be 2002’s first real Renaissance
Man? The last time he touched these pages was with
Thee Headcoats, who turned out a charming little number
called ‘We Fuckin’ Hate The NME’. Now, the old rascal’s
back with a new album on Transcopic, and this rather
excellent two-minute fuzz-rock stomp. "I need you
little girl/ To ease... my troubled mind," growls
Childish, like a pissed cockney Elvis impersonator that’s
fallen into a muddy gutter on his way home from the boozer.
What a hero.
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