Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
Golden Skans (Polydor)
into the icy chart wastelands of January. In three exquisite minutes all that experimental talk of mixing JG Ballard and Giorgio Moroder coalesced into that most divine of things: the perfect pop single, an effortless amalgam of early-’80s pop and rave abandon (what a chorus: “Ooooooo ahhhh/Ooooooo ahhhh!”) all wrapped up in a video which effortlessly morphed The Jacksons’ ‘Can You Feel It?’ with the kooky craziness of Kajagoogoo. And what about those lyrics? Klaxons defied grey-pop convention with their insatiable glowstick dazzle. “Night touch my hand with the turning Golden Skans/From the night and the light/All plans are golden in your hand”. What on Earth did it all mean? Who gives a fuck anyway? The new rave was well and truly on.
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