A multi-award-winning experience of what it’s like to live in constant fear, from rookie Hungarian director László Nemes
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You know there's something seriously wrong when the unnamed 'secret' 11th track of your album is the best thing on it....
But that's the Cowboy Junkies all over, really. On this, their seventh album, they still haven't discovered how to work to their strengths. The fragile, shimmering, Eastern-inflected groove of 'Blue Guitar' and the delicate Van Morrison-style spirit of 'Darkling Days' both reveal a band capable of dazzling pastoral touches. Bolstered by John Leckie's fulsome production, however, any subtlety is lost beneath layers of shiny guitar noise, rendering many songs about as atmospheric as a Scottish Widows commercial.
Not that it's entirely his fault, despite his desire to see the band rock out in a 'Drivetime Classics' style. Always closer to the Heartbreakers of Tom Petty than Johnny Thunders, the Junkies reach such a level of AOR sophistication on the title track that it's hard to believe that this is the same band behind the raw, ingenuous 'Trinity Sessions' album. While Michael Timmins' lyrics are still infused with a rural, Sam Shepard-style grit, his sister Margo's delivery is now so passionless and matronly as to render the landscapes they conjure flat and vacant.
Very difficult not to mention Sheryl Crow, too. Oops.
A disappointingly shallow dig into the soul of a man who should be on the edge, but isn’t
The A$AP Mob member’s second album is personal and poppy, and features a guest spot from his mum
LA/Vancouver trio White Lung soften the edges of their hardcore sound on their gripping fourth album
An over-sugared combo of Katy and big names in grime, techno, hip-hop and d’n’b