Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
Loose Shoes And Tight Pussy
Since the hollow, strung-out demise of[a]Big Star[/a] in the mid-'70s, singer [a]Alex Chilton[/a] has frequently been praised for his determination to 'play the game his way'...
Chilton's desire to avoid returning to the wretched emotional depths of the third Big Star album is understandable, as is his decision to reconnect with the songs of his youth (this album is a set of 12 obscure covers from the '30s onwards), it's just disappointing his own songwriting has evaporated into the ether along with any sense of adventure he once possessed.
Having said that, 'Loose Shoes...' is about as good as it's going to get for Chilton for now. On a raw, but unusually polished, collection of material ranging from songs originally given life by jazz artists like Chet Baker ('There Will Never Be Another You') and Count Basie ('April In Paris') to the traditional gospel of 'I Remember Mama', at least Chilton sounds content, while his dry, stretched vocals remain as evocative as ever. He might never make an essential record again, but it's reassuring to know he can still make a pleasant one - except for the title.
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