Philly punks Nothing are back from the brink with a new record that draws on some really, really bad times.
Live Review: Yeasayer
Clap your hands say yea. 02 Academy, Oxford, Thursday, October 8
In ours, however, it’s a jubilant noise that keeps us guessing what they are. Rendering much of Bat For Lashes’ set a lighter shade of beige, their whole is much greater than the sum of their provocative parts: a painstaking fusion of sun-dappled meandering so proggy the dry smoke is conspicuous by its absence, and the sort of smooth ’80s pop to which Patrick Bateman would disfigure his latest lay. Acknowledging the potential for misjudgement, even the band call their sound “Enya with bounce”. We prefer something more like Toto’s expanding head music.
Since they were last here, plugging ‘All Hour Cymbals’, the Brooklyn outfit have dragged the synths to the fore along with fist-waving ’80s anthemia – and the result is indeed a resemblance to cheese-ball power-balladeers Toto, especially in the first of three as-yet nameless new songs the band road-test tonight. With enough widdly quirks, heads-down riffing and tribal percussion skewering this MOR heart, it stays just the right side of naff.
Another celebratory newbie suggests Elvis Costello singing from somewhere amid Gang Gang Dance’s forest of rhythm, while a third
is a giddy-pop triumph, veering from Sparks to Animal Collective via Queen. And with ‘Sunrise’ towering ever higher, the band’s upcoming second album, set for release in January, might put a full-stop next to that beef with Vampire Weekend.
The Strokes dabble with sounds from throughout their career on a satisfying return
Once the thrill of the cast and visuals wears off, this follow-up to Tim Burton’s Alice In Wonderland is a drag
George Clooney and Julia Roberts bounce off each other like pros in this amusing take on fat cat greed
The hooks are plentiful and the energy’s palpable, but the Bottlemen still don’t have a ‘Wonderwall’