This new film about Oasis’s glory years is rousing, heart-rending and really f**king funny
The Ultimately Empty Million Pounds
With that inimitable stentorian baritone nibbling [a]Nancy Sinatra[/a]'s ear and the movie world agog at his raffish southern charms, for a period during the mid-'60s Barton [a]Lee Hazlewood[/a] was p
. They don't come much more lost or classic than this.
'Cowboy In Sweden' heralds an extensive Hazlewood reissue series by Steve Shelley's SLR imprint, for which one suspects 'Farmisht, Flatulence...' was a quid pro quo of sorts. The first new Hazlewood recording in two decades, it posits Lee as the sexagenarian crooner of pre-rock era pop standards like 'Try A Little Tenderness' and 'Makin' Whoopee'. Backed by demon sessioneers the Al Casey Combo, the old master is clearly having a ball, so it feels a little churlish pointing out that his voice has lost much of its apocalyptic timbre on this undemanding romp.
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
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