A deliberately frothy take on an under-documented moment in US politics
The Streets (Feat Pete Doherty): Prangin’ Out
Great, but was it worth all them brain cells
The last Streets single made us cringe by sounding a bit like it sampled ‘Let It Be’; but brother Mike has returned triumphantly with more edge than a Rubik’s cube. Well, we say triumphantly, but from the sounds of ‘Prangin’ Out’ he spends his time crying for lost sanity in hotel rooms, so maybe rigorous therapy is more useful to him than TOTW.
Asking potty Pete to guest as an MC on your latest single may seem like the terrible judgement of an addled mind, but in fact it’s an inspired move, as this is a zillion times better than anything either of these guys have coughed up recently. PD’s appearance adds a spoonful of bubbling brilliance to Skinner’s narco-nous. His slightly nonsensical, melancholic stuttering brings a tear to the eye without ever resorting to saccharin ‘Dry Your Eyes’-style melodrama. Skinner serves up a feast of straight-talking self-loathing and anxiety, which centres around a hook of such druggy intensity that it’d cast a Mormon Alan Shearer into a sea of wrist-slicing, incontinent cold-turkey terror. Got problems with drugs? Screw Frank, talk to Pete and Mike.
The second album from Piper and Skylar Kaplan is danceable, euphoric and pleasingly trippy
Mumford & Sons’ collaborative steps into world music aren’t embarrassing – but they’re not essential either
The iconic DJ Shadow returns with a mixtape-like album that frustrates as much as it fascinates
A Western that revolves around a trio of gun-wielding female leads, and has a clear and consistent feminist message