Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
Manic Street Preachers : This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours
It's an elegant statement of music-making intent, for sure. But the real beauty of Blonde Redhead's fourth LP title is that it's no lie ...
For Blonde Redhead - the NYC trio made up of brothers Amedeo and Simone Pace and their friend Kazu Makino - deal expressly in the things that don't come easily. Theirs is a noble enterprise, fraught with detuned Sonic Youth guitars and scything hardcore fury. The lily-livered may find Kazu's voice - a wracked yelp of yearning - a stumbling block, but the rewards for taking your hands off your ears are great.
Tunes like 'Distilled', and 'Futurism Vs Passeism Part 2' are driving, righteous wig-outs, defensible as fantastic in any court of rock, while 'Missile ++' (dedicated to fellow travellers The Make-Up) and '10' take their trademark nervy lunging and make it groovy. But Blonde Redhead's most natural state is unease; and indeed songs like 'Sumimasen' (which curiously means both 'thank you' and 'excuse me' in Japanese) are palpably sweaty with minor-key dread. What they're not afraid of is looking clever, though, and so they draw widely on art, books and film scores, and make Fugazi's Guy Picciotto (who co-produced this album) do a spoken interlude on '...Part 2' in French. A cultured, eloquent
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