Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
Going for (black and) gold. Proud Galleries, London (May 8)
At the halfway point, though, the set slumps beneath the weight of its own guilty pleasures. Great soul-disco-funk (say Hall & Oates’ ‘Maneater’) is brilliant, but average soul-disco-funk grates on your brain so much that if you only had a biscuit to hand, you’d try to slash your own throat with it.
Luckily, before custard cream-based suicide occurs, ‘Black And Gold’ arrives, all troubles are understood and forgiven and this disco Jesus takes us to that beach and that naked horse.
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