Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
Tonight, she got everyone's money...
Coming on more like a ghetto Laura Ashley (albeit one that doesn't appear to be wearing a bra) than the acid-haired phoenix of a few months back, the very real fear is that Kelis-the-phenomenon has imploded. And so much has been made of the funk-metal overhaul that 'Kaleidoscope' is given live that the opening 'Mars' (all swamp-bass foundations and orchestral flourish) sounds laboured, as does a muted 'Get Along With You'. But, always the maverick, the moment when she starts to prove that the Good Stuff's right here is when our host proposes we "fuck lessons, fuck homework", loosens her grip and blasts through 'Mafia'. And 'Ghetto Children'. And - as always - 'Born To Be Wild'.
It's preposterous for sure, but flanked by such a bullishly soulful backing group (vocalists outnumber players 2:1) and armed with songs of such cataclysmic rush, there's an electricity here that makes even the astonishing recorded version sound weak.
The customary finale of 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' remains. And while specifically it smells of sweat, there's something far grander tangible
tonight. God knows where she can take it from here, but tonight, she got
everyone's money. And their life - right in the palm of her manicured hands.
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