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You might know Miss Kittin from her kitsch, camp and religiously Eurotrash dalliance with The Hacker on 2002’s ‘First Album’ and subsequent ‘The Beach’ 12” release. You might know her from her guest slots on records by The Chicks On Speed, Felix Da Housecat or Berlin´s Shitkatapult label boss T.Raumschmiere. But however you know her, know one thing: Miss Kittin is not a DJ; she is a ‘record pusher’. Born in 1973 in Grenoble, a medium town in the Alps, Continue Reading

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This is the best record that you will hear all year. So there you have it. Of that we’re pretty convinced. We’d be doing you a disservice and forming false impressions on your behalf if we beat about the bush in reaching that as a conclusion. It’s looking remarkably difficult to build a case against it, we hardly think we’d be stepping out of line by taking it as fact. It will make most other things you’ve heard so far Continue Reading

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A fifteen-year plus career has done little to lift the spirits of Canadian alt-country rockers, the Cowboy Junkies. Although capable of stirring an fine old industry buzz on occasions, the slow, moody and frankly depressing Junkies, sometimes fail to really ignite. Louder and more guttural than their gentle gossamer origins would have ever suggested, their ninth studio album, One Soul Now might pass for a Courtney Love produced Emmylou Harris. And if Jack White can do it with Loretta Lynn, why Continue Reading

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So what were you expecting Ikara Colt to turn out like two albums in? Of course this is pretty much an innovation free zone. Of course there are precious few actual surprises. Of course they’ve not really changed, not one little bit. Naturally this is still exactly the place to come for blunt damaging guitars, achingly distracted vocals and beats that will make a forceful entry through your ear-canals without negotiation and pulp your throbbing brain into a gasping mush Continue Reading

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Think of Limp Bizkit. Now take away the whining self-pity of ‘My Way or the Highway’, the unconvincing bravado of ‘Rollin’, and you have El Jefe – altogether more chilled, more thoughtful yet equally passionate purveyors of grunge-hop. ‘Amorphous Phormula’, their debut album on Zip Records, is a rattlebag of beat poetry, hip-hop/grunge crossover, reggae beats and mariachi-infused horn playing that combines to create an album of muscular beauty – with tough guy vocals that aspire to something more substantial Continue Reading

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Here Come The Warm Jets (1973)Why does the irreverent and experimental Eno leave Roxy Music? Is it because Brian Peter St John Le Baptiste de la Salle Eno finds himself thinking about his laundry during a gig? Not entirely, although, it is a part of it. Ferry wants to experiment with the quality of the music they are making, Eno wants to experiment with the way the music is made. To those not in the know it’s perhaps a little Continue Reading

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It’s worth bearing in mind that six full-length examples of bad behaviour, verve and dissonance down the line, while you’d hardly label Polly Jean Harvey eclectic, she’s never gone and made the same record twice. She’s nudged her perimeters, sure, but each record has just been about toiling with a different demon, wearing a different dress, opening the blinds or closing them, approaching the same subject from various directions or different subjects from the same place. Defining her has never Continue Reading