Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
Late Night Session
on-Shoreditch-High-Street lifestyle led solely by him and a handful of others. They ‘create’ all day, then stay out all night, being beautiful, being elegantly wasted, being, y’know, decadent. Musically, this treads a ’70s disco-lite path similar to that of last single ‘Secret Sundae Lover’. It’s pleasant rather than ‘K Hole’ thrilling and, ultimately, not likely to make anyone envious of or shocked by the lifestyle of its creator. “When the sun goes down on this party town, it’s time for dancing”, he enthuses. Some of us have got work in the morning, mate.
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