Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
The Twang Feat The Streets
In the Mockney corner, a vowel-scrambling tag-team of Winehouse, Allen and Nash, each with enough bloke-related grievances to hold their own at a Beth Ditto sleepover.
From the provinces, Kyle ‘Same Jeans’ View, Mince Fratelli and Tom from The Enemy – all adamant that the path to relationship nirvana comes via beer and soiled clothing.
So thank the stars that the might of the Midlands have combined to avert potential Asbo–related pop bloodshed. “I used to think every night alone was a soirée wasted/ Until me and you got heartily wasted/And lay in the daisies” croons Mike Skinner, who’s clearly inspired to greatness by Pete Doherty’s genius take on The Streets’ ‘Prangin’ Out’. “I feel so much better today/Chase the bad things away” bellows Martin Saunders in response, final proof that lager consumption is good for music. Meanwhile, the central guitar riff from ‘Either Way’ throbs away, Phil Etheridge yells, “I loov ya!” and the perfect soundtrack to a frazzled summer fizzes through NME Towers. A Brum Rush. Fantasy Stone Island. An estate of 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