Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
There is wisdom here....
Now that Sprout has transplanted to Michigan (Pollard remains in Ohio), their collaborations have become less frequent. 'Let's Welcome...', Sprout's third solo album, spurns GBV's intermittent obliqueness for a clean 35 minutes of lushly transcendent melodies, spinning together the battered recalcitrance of Elliott Smith, the visceral bite of Lou Barlow and the radiant hum of Big Star into songs richly suggestive of the wide-open skies and long ochre summers of middle America.
Although there's a spate of nonsense (in 'Who's Adolescence', he rants, "Put shoes on a rabbit/ Inviting a constant reframe"), Sprout has also hit upon some of his more arresting lyrical images ("Maybe it's the way she breathes/Her sighs in perfect line"). And even when the songs come in at under two minutes (the tersely wistful 'Mayhem Stone'), they never seem incomplete.
It's taken a long time, but maybe Sprout has finally realised that perfection is nothing to be ashamed of.
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