On her third album, the former Nickelodeon star sheds the cute popstar image, adopting a message of empowerment that rings true
Rammstein : London Docklands Arena
If the next band you see don't have flame throwers and massive explosions, then boo them...
In fact Rammstein are The Village People restyled by Hieronymous Bosch. No - they're the Pet Shop Boys with a very bad headache. No - they're Erasure gone utterly and irrevocably insane. No - they're Frankie Goes To Hollywood - but WITH BOMBS!
The key to Rammstein's genius is that they have recognised metal's essential gayness and gone the whole hog. In fact they've bought the hog farm, pumped the swine full of steroids, fitted them with stainless steel tusks and then blown the porcine motherfuckers the fuck up.
A new standard has been set. If the next band you see don't have flame throwers and massive explosions, then boo them. They are ripping you off.
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