Talk of power in records – true power, the sort whose immediate effects require a medical diagnosis – comes oh so flippantly on a day to day basis. The truth in the vast majority of cases is that the power referred to is in fact just volume, or distortion, things administered artificially to disguise a much less extraordinary reality. And the sad fact of the matter is that in an age when we have noises and entwined propaganda beamed at Continue Reading

The fact that it was recently paired with Damien Rice’s ‘O’ on Amazon says it all really. Teitur’s ‘Poetry and Aeroplanes’ is the kind of gauzy melancholia and dimly lit exposition of the heart that made Rice’s record so surprisingly assertive and unputdownable, the difference this time round is that whearas Rice refused to compromise his intense and weary sadness with flights of adult-oriented joy and frivolous production values, Teitur drifts into occasional mediocrity with scores and arrangements not unlike Continue Reading

They’re butchers I tell you, butchers! Taking our clean, pretty music and tucking, tweaking and hacking it into their glorified noise.  The Cooper Temple Clause just don’t seem to do conventionality and if they do, it’s got so much spin to it, Tony Blair would be proud.  ‘Kick Up The Fire…’ bounces from tinkering electronica to well erm, tinkering electronica.  Lambasted for their indecisive, lack of cohesion style, ‘Kick Up The Fire..’ is surprisingly non dimensional for a band so Continue Reading

I have to confess, I was not wholly familiar with Throbbing Gristle until EMI included the track ‘United’ on their recent Death Disco compilation. And very sorry I am too for my ignorance, if only for the fact that it’s such a bloody fantastic name for a band. Whether or not Mute are trying their damndest to rewrite the history of dance music with this reappraisal of the band though, is very much by the by, as it’s quite often Continue Reading

Fans of Pole are likely to be pleased, but fans of Warp Records are likely to be left bemoaning the absence of all the usual high-concepts associated with Post-Rock and its albatross carrying anti-heroes. But who cares? The Cambridge-based Ascoltare is the new project dreamt up by ex-Gwei Lo man Dave Henson and its also the first album to be launched on Tripel Records, a label that intends to bring us the very best of grooveless, oddball, spaceage electronica. One thing Continue Reading

There’s a problem with Placebo. You know that. The problem is that they offer little to distract you from Brian Molko’s desperate vanity and creepy weasel-esque anti-grace, sending most reasonable people scrambling for the shower, tub of Ajax and scouring pad in hand. Their effectiveness has waned over the years, repetition and lifeless precision increasingly replacing the reactionary abrasiveness and burgeoning sexuality of their classic debut. They always had the capacity to grate, but they give you too much to Continue Reading

A decade or so before the likes of Aswad, Musical Youth and UB40 ran a smooth but ultimately disastrous coating of syrup down it, reggae was, can you believe, quite fashionable in the United Kingdom. In fact, in the late 1970s everyone from The Clash to the Police reconciled their own tart phlegm of anarchy and resistance with the spiritual drive and roar of reggae music and it’s sweet and tangible gods: Bob Marley, U-Roy and Sly Dunbar. If you Continue Reading

Just how much imponderably skittish and offbeat nonsense from Iceland can a man take? Having names like Gunnar Örn Tynes, Örvar Þóreyjarson Smárason and Gyða and Kristín Anna Valtýsdóttir seems to give folks the right thesedays to make wobbly, unpredictable and melancholy tracks like new single ‘Nightly Cares’ and bonus track ‘Once A Shiny Morning’. At one time only Liz Frazer and the Cocteau Twins were given the remit to proffer such wildly eccentric and ingenuous pearly dew drops drops. Continue Reading

There are a number of things we have to forgive The Waterboys for. The first was their misleading yet durable Irishness (Mike Scott was a native of Scotland – only relocating to Ireland when he re-formed the band for the album ‘Fisherman’s Blues’). The second has to be for spawning the wilfully preposterous and quirky Karl Wallinger and World Party (who is equally guilty of spawning the first of many ballads for cheeky chappy, Robbie Williams). And lastly we must Continue Reading

With four labels and just one full length album to his credit you could expect Royce Da 5’9” to have more than a little beef with folks in the industry but Royce is making a bit of a career out of it. Sure, he’s had his fights. Sure he’s had his gun charges, what’s new, this is how you earn your stripes in the fathomless pit of misogyny and bravado that is Hip Hop. But to take umbrage with those Continue Reading