Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
...[a]Live Human[/a] lean more towards the experimental, tracks lingering on and mutating further and further as they break through the radio-friendly three-minute barrier....
What sets Live Human apart from such contemporaries is the breadth of influence and exploration displayed on this, their debut LP. For one thing, whereas the aforementioned acts use such a collisionist sound to create music to be consumed in a 'pop'-oriented form, Live Human lean more towards the experimental, tracks lingering on and mutating further and further as they break through the radio-friendly three-minute barrier.
Which is not to say this is a set of self-indulgent slack-ass jams; the likes of 'Step Up' and 'One Two Three' are lethally concise, despite their length, taut phunk so disciplined you can imagine James Brown himself leaning over 'em, threatening to issue a fine for any bum note. But then there's the more open-ended 'Antiprologue', a Sonic Youth-esque scree, and recent single 'Orange Bushmonkey Flower', which takes an instantly familiar old-skool loop and then proceeds to whup that sucker with vicious, Chemicals-esque funk till you can only identify it through dental records. Live Human are taking some giant steps; you'd be a fool not to follow 'em.
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