Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
The Lay Of The Land; The Turn Of The Tide
Thankfully, on this five-track EP, for every special moan about corpses there’s a blustery chorus more melodic than anything Les Inc ever coughed up. So, while they might be forming a triangle of coffin-confined horror-rock along with buddies and apparent tailor-sharers The Horrors and Ipso Facto (a member of whom has recently been sharing saliva with one of Ox.Eagle.Lion.Man’s ranks, Hoxton gossip fans!), it’s these guys who look most likely to remain flittering around your brain like a vampire bat. Because while The Horrors are happy concentrating on honing their DJ sets for private PR parties with Peaches Geldof (an ex-squeeze of Blood-Royale), the likes of ‘Where Dead Voices Gather’ and ‘These Are The Names’ are licked wet with surgery-sharp hooks absent from their partners-in-mire’s own racket. Not that it’d be enough to make them smile, mind.
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