Carl Faure, one half of the ‘worlds-colliding’, Black Grass attests: “The relations between genres and between underground and the mass-market is actually really fluid. You can’t separate out music. The album that we’ve made is an embodiment of that idea.“ Both the press release that accompanies this self-titled debut album, and the music itself hypothesize about the fluid melding of cultures and styles. And yes, it’s a fairly cosmopolitan palette: hip hop, jazz, soul, chill out, reggae, house, funk, R Continue Reading

What we liked about Nick Dresti’s take on ‘I Would Die For U was its ludicrous, big, shiny intergalactic approach to a classic Prince song. By way of a contraction though, what makes this album suck is exactly the same thing. Well almost. Coming about as close to George Michael and Prince as you could possibly get outside of a lavatory cubicle, ‘Always and Forever’ is little more than the eager delusions of a slick fantasist. ‘Crazy Talk’ is to Continue Reading

As intensely as she screams like she’s ruptured a spleen and is strapped down in a dirty back-street surgery without anaesthetic getting a new one fitted, as many of rock’s male fraternity that she picks off and spits out in a bloody heap and as many people as she continues to knock out of the way without a drop of respect like Neanderthal woman with a club and a guitar on her back, The Distillers will always just be nu-rock’s Continue Reading

‘Samey’. It’s not in the dictionary. It’s not in your thesaurus, and it’s similarly unlikely to be in your ROM based Office lexicon. So what does it mean? Unexciting? Not exactly. Repetitive? Perhaps.  Boring? The jury’s out… But ‘samey’ this album is. Bon Jovi love playing acoustically. Anyone who has seen their best performances in the last 10 years will tell you that, and for a handful of songs in the midst of a fist to the ceiling high wattage Continue Reading

Therapy. Some people take to the couch, the chair, go shopping, try jogging whilst others, like Peter Gabriel, shave their heads, experiment with the diceman philosophy, hang upside down from gravity boots, immerse themselves in Samadhi floatation tanks and spend the best part of 25 years exploring the elusive terrorscapes of their own fantastic imaginations through music. The greater burden of life is never that which goes into it – it’s that which comes out. And the same could be Continue Reading

‘Speaker-bustin dance music’. Says it all really. And whilst the term ‘techno pioneer’ might be an outrageously overgenerous moniker for anyone whose greater body of work was crafted in the mid-nineties, there’s no doubting that Dave Clarke is an undisputed beat champ. He might be a little misunderstood, he may have a fight on his hands in troubling the mainstream, but as ‘Devils Advocate’ confirms, Clarke is incendiary fringe material. The one-time hip hop and soul DJ weaved hip hop Continue Reading

Ever wondered what it would be like letting a dozen or so monks loose with Pro Tools and a copy of Cubase? Well your idle fantasies have been quietly answered in the form of ‘Spokes’. First meeting at school in the early eighties, Andy Turner and Ed Handley of Plaid have long been spinning and refining their diverse and considerable yarn for abiding forefathers of modern electronica, Warp Records. So it’s quality assured, as far as we’re concerned. No doubts Continue Reading

If one and a half minutes is good enough for the Bellrays, then it’s good enough for me, so here goes. Loud, messy, bluesy, filthy, dirty, growly, surly, heavy, mean, moody and totally, totally uncompromising. On paper it looks good. On paper it looks like everything rock n’ roll should be: quick, painless, brutal and satisfying. Tony Fate’s whirligig guitars spirals out of control to a satisfying degree just below that of the absurd and Lisa Kekaula’s lusty, soulful blast Continue Reading

Mathematically speaking, you’d expect that something that was eclectic would stretch further than something that was not, by the logical reasoning that there is more to go around, less cause to scrape the proverbial barrel. Wouldn’t you? Of course you would, although there is also the pitfall that perhaps you would be tempted, by the reasoning that there is indeed plenty to go around, to avoid unnecessarily digging deeper. And here lies both Fort Lauderdale’s strength and weakness. 14 tracks Continue Reading