Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
Jane's Addiction : Strays
Hard-livin' grunge veterans make implausibly good return
Which makes this comeback record nothing short of a miracle. Fortysomething former smackheads who've not spoken for a decade have reformed before, but the results are always - how to put this? - shite. Perversely 'Strays', is one of the best rock albums of 2003. Why? Well, Perry Farrell reckons Dave Navarro gets all the chicks (currently Carmen Electra) because "he's the best guitarist in the world right now". He's not far wrong. On 'Strays', Navarro wails, chugs and funks with a flamboyance hardly anyone tries these days. On 'Just Because' it's morse-code licks, like an ultra-heavy Edge. On 'True Nature' its depth-charge riffs intercut with psychedelic soloing, like Led Zep gone nu-metal. Meanwhile Farrell wails away in his weird, reedy voice, always multitracked and out of tune with itself, blathering on about "men of peace, men of war" ('Everybody's Friend') and how nice he's feeling these days ('The Riches').
Sound unfashionable? It is. 'Strays' is only inches from being a psychedelic Guns & Roses. But that was always the appeal: Farrell and Navarro were the Axl and Slash it was okay to like - although Jane's hated them. Born out of the same sleazy LA milieu of strippers, surfers, stoners, bikers and trustafarians, Jane's brought glamour, intelligence, danger, sex appeal and genuine rock excitement to a world full of earnest plaid shirts. Substitute "plaid shirts" for "retro obsessives" and you've got a bang-up-to-date reason to welcome these strays in from the cold. This rocks, full stop.
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