Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
The Long Blondes: Once And Never Again
It’s always the quiet ones
“19, you’re only 19 for God’s sake/You don’t need a boyfriend”, wails Kate ‘Icon’ Jackson, slightly condescendingly before doling out love advice to her young listeners like Dear Deirdre in a beret. This may seem a bit much from a band so naff at getting laid that four of them have had to pair off with each other, but we’ll let that slide. The track bounces along with more Britpop verve than a Supergrass energy drink, but the young thing of this story is less worried about keeping her teeth nice and clean than her wrists bloody and gushing. Isolation and self-mutilation are more the kind of subject Gerard Way should be intoning about pompously over Wagnerian guitar tsunamis, but there’s a twist: as the song swoons to a climax, Kate is left dreaming of one night of Sapphic passion with her young ward. Bet you didn’t see that one coming.
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