This new film about Oasis’s glory years is rousing, heart-rending and really f**king funny
Peaches featuring Iggy Pop : Kick It
Punk's godfather gets out-punked...
"I heard you like kinky shit" probes the Igster. "That just depends
who I'm with", retaliates the shrill tease of Peaches. But make no mistake - if you think this kind of noise comes out of mutual respect then you're seriously misguided. This is Peaches taking on punk's
godfather, attempting to hump the title from his clutches. And for all Iggy's attempts at keeping up, the fatherfucker leaves him panting on the floor whilst she rips the crown from his increasingly prune-like head.
Splattered with sleaze and sharp as a blade, this is rock'n'roll how it should be played -
pulsating with enough shock-factor to blow a fuse in the brain circuits of Belle & Sebastian fans
everywhere. It's also essential in the current play-it-safe climate, taking sides with the few
fiendish-minded new talents who make the kind of noises you definitely wouldn't want to
take home to meet the parents. There's The Locust, who want to fuck with your heads. There's Selfish C-, who want to fuck the poor. And there's Outkast who want to fuck with music's core DNA. The unholy music of Peaches, meanwhile, wants to fuck pretty much anything with a pulse. And this will get yours racing overtime.
Delving into the murk and noise of their past, the Boston veterans’ second post-reunion album is a superlative indie rock collection
Two kings of the indie dancefloor unite for a warm, timeless take on 20th century pop and rock
This unruly second album delivers a sucker punch to anyone who had the Kent duo down as a novelty act
Justin Vernon’s third Bon Iver album is a weird and wonderful thing