This new film about Oasis’s glory years is rousing, heart-rending and really f**king funny
[a]Zan Lyons[/a] - London's answer to... well, the question usually is "what the [I]hell[/I] was that?"...
Tufty-headed absinthe drinkers might bite at this album initially - there's enough in the way of Brit-gloom beats to make Lyons the new grimly unsmiling face of electronica - yet such misery is never going to soundtrack a big night out.
While moments veer dangerously close to doom parody - Kweku Aacht's vocals on 'Serial Killer Stories' and 'Demons' come on like a supermarket own-label Tricky - but at best - the carotid crunch of 'Suicide', the superb God-vs-Satan heavyweight bout of 'Warring Factions', the teetering Babel rock of 'Existence Apparently' - it's orchestral manoeuvres in a long dark night of the soul. Turn up the desolation row.
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