This new film about Oasis’s glory years is rousing, heart-rending and really f**king funny
Blood and gore might currently be ruling American music, but for Long Island's [a]Joy Zipper[/a], love conquers all....
Their debut album is sweet and strange in equal measures. There's some shameless harking back to the '60s, and the brief appearance of shoegazing horrors, but mainly it's packed with sumptuous melodies as Cafiso and Tindale canoodle and coo at each other. It should be sickening, but 'Like 24 (6+1=3)' and 'Booda' sashay past, blessed with minor idiosyncrasies and summery tunes, while 'God' sounds like The Beatles might've done if they'd all adored each other.
Such moderate attempts at psychedelia can be traced to the fact this album was - reputedly - written on acid. A story that seems implausible on the pedestrian folk rock of 'Pillow', but is eminently believable on the warped time lines of 'Transformation Fantasy'. What's more, it's beguiling enough to have you singing along to lyrics like, "our death is inevitable" as though they were 'baby I love you'.
Rather than naively cutting themselves off from the world, Joy Zipper gently embitter the sweetest of pills. If love should fail, things could get really nasty.
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