Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
Bobby Conn : The Golden Age
Tuneful perversity from post-rock oddball..
to take notice. Bobby Conn is a very strange, short man from Chicago who has been making odd, pop-like noises on the fringes of the American post-rock scene for the last
three years. 'The Golden Age' is his third album proper and, assisted by Jim
O'Rourke and Tortoise's John McEntire, it sounds like a glam-rock Prince with
Conn's unique musical vision comprises straddles the previously unconnected
worlds of Ziggy Stardust-era Bowie, falsettoing soulster Curtis Mayfield and
the vintage AM radio rock of Journey and Rush. Confused? Well, maybe that's the point. With Conn's fixations with homosexuality, prostitution and golf smeared all over it, 'The Golden Age' runs the fine-line between pastiche and lunacy with masterful ease.
While Beck's Prince album, 'Midnite Vultures', was a passable homage to the tiny
one, Conn's approximately equivalent work spins the same combination of funk,
jazz and debauched lyrical content on an entirely different axis. Pretty
disturbing it is, too.
Conn sounds like a total mentalist, but with the heroic 'Whores' and 'Angels',
at least he's a mentalist who can write a tune or two. As "fucking pricks" go,
pretty superb, all told.
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