Reviews

Even fatties have their moment in the sun and those lardy, enchanting London-based digits-four from Ealing, London, The Magic Numbers have clearly earned it with that tremendously bouncy and addictive slice of pop that is their ‘Forever Lost’ single – cross-pollinated from the earnest fragile vocals of Wayne Coyne and Grandaddy’s Jason Lytle, the jingly-jangly buoyancy of the Lemonheads and a shot of California sunshine. And there you were thinking the achievements of fatties amounted to little more than making Continue Reading

Some things fail to either dazzle or disappoint you. Take soap, for instance. Can’t get excited about soap, but quite happy that it’s around – especially when you’re due out on a date and you’ve got more cock cheese than you could wave a cheese-grater at. Or bread. Hardly the food of choice but get home from the pub after a few pints with your mates and it acquires a heavenly status. The same can be true of perky, popped-up Continue Reading

Surfing the web before writing this review, Crud stumbled upon this piece of strange weirdness – some nutter’s tribute to Johnny Borrell involving him dancing round his room to ‘Golden Touch’ with a Borrell print out pinned to his face. Indeed. In the interests of impartiality, and for the converse viewpoint check this.  So for a man who implores such bipolar reactions in people (and that is by no means restricted to these two links), a man who knows there Continue Reading

When you get to this level, and Audioslave are undoubtedly as part of the machine as the next band, nothing ever happens without being pored over, analysed and justified (financially, not morally). So it can be no mistake that this album bears the name ‘Out of Exile’. And why is that exactly? Well here we have a band who exist under the premise that they are renegades, cast out and regrouping covertly on the fringes after their previous, more significant, Continue Reading

This a record of and for a moment. And because of many. It’s a result of love, or rather loss and inadequacy, but – and here’s the good part – it’s a big lummin’ oh-fuck-it celebration of those things, not a lament. We get chance to laugh with and at chief protagonist Eddie Argos, but most of the time we want to throw our arms around him. And it takes a true knack to inspire that kind of affinity. It’s Continue Reading

Face The Truth, Don’t Believe The Truth? What is it with bands and their less than courteous request to consider some clear and inalienable certainty at the moment? First Oasis, now Stephen Malkmus. Next thing we know we’ll have both Whigfield and the Cheeky Girls instruct us to ‘Regard With No Small Degree of Mortal Dread The Unbearable Lightness of Being’. In a cheeky styleé of course, and with enough bottom cleavage to conceal the entire population of a small Continue Reading

If the London-based Four Tet’s third album, ‘Rounds’ confirmed Kieran Hebden to be master of ceremonies in the laptop-come-bedroom musician stakes and something of a contradiction in terms to boot, then ‘Everything Ecstatic’ should complicate matters further with its uneasy and often disturbing potpourri of buzz-saw jazz, ambient and loop heavy electronica. Whereas ‘Rounds’ focused on the all-together more beautiful organic matter of gentle European folk music, ‘Everything Ecstatic’ whittles a considerably more rough-edged beast based around mutating percussive samples, Continue Reading

A lot of what follows depends a great deal on how you respond to the Gorillaz’ whole Marmite concept. They still attempt to give the impression of being a unique prospect (and maybe they are, for now, that is until the Crazy Fuppin’ Frog hits number 1 this Sunday), but that doesn’t change the fact that under the virtual costumes they are a super-group skillfully managed by the suits at EMI. And super-groups never work as well as those involved Continue Reading

There was that police chap recently, who avoided a whopping speeding fine for doing about two-thirds the speed of sound through a built up area after dark in an unmarked car. Citing, in his defense, that he was merely familiarizing himself with the inbuilt hyper warp drive or something, he claimed he was, ergo, acting responsibly. And maybe he was. If that’s the case then maybe we can assume that Corin Tucker is doing a similar thing on behalf of Continue Reading

Musically competent and literally oozing with a generous helping of smooth, delicious soul jam, the West London-based musician/producer Mark de Clive-Lowe returns with his latest full length release, ‘Tide’s Rising’ which continues his exploration of jazz-infused modern soul with a dozen or so tracks that should grease up your mojo as much as your media-player in time for the those similarly spicy rays of ultra-violet this summer. On top of the propulsive syncopation of the bass there’s percussion aplenty – Continue Reading