Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
Duran Duran : Los Angeles Roxy
Who'd'a thought it? '80s glamourpusses make triumphant return
Those too young to remember the Wild Boys' fingerless-gloved hold on '80s pop consciousness (or too old to care about electroclash) may wonder what all the fuss is about - after all, didn't D2 tour and record throughout the '90s? Um, no. True Durannies know that with two of the band's three Taylors - drummer Roger (the Quiet One) and guitarist Andy (the Least-Cute One) - MIA since 1985's Live Aid, and only singer Simon Le Bon and keyboardist Nick Rhodes on board for the last couple albums, that wasn't Duran Duran.
Tonight, this is Duran Duran the way God intended, the Fab Five. It doesn't matter that Roger's as grizzled as a North Sea fisherman, that Andy's even less cute than he was during his unfortunate hair-extensions phase, or that the jowly, sweaty Simon resembles a wet bulldog. No, all that matters is they're playing all their Old Romantic classics ('Girls On Film', 'Hungry Like The Wolf'), and that bassist John Taylor (the Gorgeous One) is, at age 43, still hotter than Rio asphalt.
Svelte, salt-and-pepper-coiffure, and sporting a Miami Vice suit that's as stylish now as it was in '83, JT reminds everyone that Duran Duran were once the coolest band on Planet Earth - and that tonight, they still are.
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