An EP dedicated to victims of the Paris attacks shows the Foos are on defiant form
The freak show flickers and then, having flickered, fucks off....
So they come back. They all do eventually. Clogging up the arteries of pop. Flogging the dead horse into a bloody pulp. Hey - don't shit yourself onstage or get caught down-loading kiddie porn and you can last for ages!
Blondie were brilliant. A punk ABBA. Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee Jones join the cast of Friends. Safety-pinned bubble gum. Steps on smack. Ice cream and amphetamines. Oxymoron pop.
And this is a fine live album. Brash, fast, slick. The hits sound delicious. Press the skip button for the stuff you don't recognise. And the occasional muso-desecrated middle eight. But why would you want to buy it? Unless you're the sort of heavy-breathing, Biro-sucking crypto-stalker who must have (shudder) everything and thus gets excited by such pronouncements as "the ONLY authorized (sic) live version of 'One Way Or Another'". Gosh.
Pulse racing? Heart pounding? Palms sweating? I'm happy for you. Here's a tissue.
The Radiohead guitarist explores traditional Indian music, with mostly impressive results
This London producer has worked with Madonna and is releasing his excellent debut as a sex toy
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A second album of twisted futurism from Björk’s right-hand man