Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
Finally, Rivers has cast off the sulky facade to do what he does best – put on an incredible rock show. Madison Square Garden, New York (September 24)
P laying MSG is what every wannabe-rocker in America dreams of, and the LA quartet rise to the occasion spectacularly by pulling out just about all the arena-rock tricks they can muster – costume changes, two drumkits, a daft jam with competition winners and even a mini-trampoline. What’s more, Weezer are finally happy to mine their fantastic catalogue of alt.rock gems to create a set that only a miserable indie snob could take issue with. Songs such as ‘El Scorcho’, ‘Hash Pipe’ and the ever-gigantic ‘Say It Ain’t So’ still create a communal glee that Cuomo was clearly aiming for when he wrote them.
Their latest effort may have its duff moments, but those too are sidestepped in favour of ‘The Red Album’’s standouts – 'Troublemaker’ and, of course, ‘Pork And Beans’, which even has the venue’s security team singing along. When Weezer start running out of anthems of their own, they knock out versions of Oasis’ ‘Morning Glory’ and a take on Nirvana’s ‘Sliver’ that triggers a mini-onslaught of crowdsurfers who remember Kurt’s knack for a tune as fondly as Cuomo does. Don’t get too excited because, by all accounts, Weezer are unlikely to bring this spectacle to British shores anytime soon:they haven’t completely let go of their awkward streak just yet. But NME gives a Scout’s honour promise that, when they do come to your town, the only heartbroken people this time around will be those that didn’t get a ticket.
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