Radiohead have done a similar thing already this year. The circumstances are different admittedly, the reactions each individually informed, but the effect remains the same. On both occasions the question ‘what next?’ has been met with a resounding tap on the nose. That’s for us to find out another day, and we probably will. But for the time being it’s more of the best, if that’ll do you? Which of course is fine, though the sense of disappointment felt by Continue Reading

It’s been a long held suspicion of mine that dance music is the only musical genre that is truly extending rather rehashing previously explored boundaries. And Dr Rubberfunk represents the case in point. It’s Bossa but it’s not bossa, it’s jazz, but it’s not jazz, it’s funk but it’s not funk, it’s big beat – but it’s not Fatboy Slim. As a follow up to the already tantalising ‘Step On It’ and ‘Latin Player’, this heady little cocktail of solid Continue Reading

Imagine Jeff Buckley pursuing his hormone fuelled obsession with Heavy Metal and crazy time signatures rather than the gentle and amorphous heritage of 4AD and his father, Tim Buckley and you’re half-way toward understanding the tortuous, heavy riffing complexity of the RX Bandits. With the exact coordinates existing somewhere between Muse, the Mars Volta, Finch, Bob Marley and The Beat (of all people), the RX Bandits latest album, ‘The Resignation’, currently out on the venomous and consistent ‘Drive Thru’ label, melds Continue Reading

Awww, bless. It’s an instinctive trigger reaction, a product of evolution, you can’t help yourself. You just want to ruffle his hair, pinch his cheeks and knit him a thick jumper. A bit like you did with uber-earnest Andrew WK, only without the pity, regret and grease left between your fingers. Because Tim Burgess has never been a proper frontman. Like The Charlatans have always been derided for existing on the fringes of this and that, Tim’s never shaken off Continue Reading

He’s opened for the likes of the Strokes and Ben Folds and wrote a song for the Spiderman soundtrack called ‘Somebody Else’? So why haven’t we heard of Bleu? Because for all his blissed out power chords, his cheeky, boyish charm and his grizzled mutton-chops, he’s just too darn pop. Bleu brainchild James McAuley III did however manage to pull reclusive Jellyfish frontman Andy Sturmer out of the house to co-write and sing backup on “Could Be Worse“ but really Continue Reading

The fact that I found many of Roxy Music’s album covers curiously satisfying when coming into my teens, now seems little more than a wet sheet in a universe of used tissues. And however mildly misogynistic they now appear – woman on bed in lingerie grimacing at camera (1972’s Roxy Music), woman in heels with Jaguar on a leash (1973’s For Your Pleasure), woman marooned and looking submissive on beach with tits hanging out (Stranded), women with barely concealed beavers Continue Reading

It’s already been lamented by other able bodied commentators that whilst the likes of Robbie Williams, Coldplay and S Club 7 have grown fat on the milk of undue human kindness and curious market hysteria, true pop-visionaries like the Cardigans and the Wannadies have had to make do with the dregs of past and temporary triumphs; the Cardigans with ‘Love Fool’ and the Wannadies with the splenglorious ‘You and Me Song’. Brit-Pop was kind to our Scandinavian cousins. The present Continue Reading

This album would be aided immensely had we not ‘experienced’ any of their increasingly rigid and stylised live spurtings over the past couple of years, nor been subjected to the disappointing, blindfolded shooting of their flat debut ‘See Through This And Leave’. But oh, we have. That we approach this follow up with such abysmally low expectations though is its absolute saving grace. And surprisingly, grace there is on this occasion. Swells of it, actually. As ‘The Same Mistakes’ wisps Continue Reading

In amongst the trademark rock‘n’roll clutter (and it’s a trademark they have ownership over, or a bloody grip of at least, against popular misconception) there seems to be somewhat of a defence going on here. Not defence like having to justify themselves or their actions, that would go against the grain of everything this second album seems to want to stand for, or probably more acutely where they continue and will continue to stand as a band. No, defence as Continue Reading

It’s largely been down to the shuffling lo-fi imaginations of the US that have provided us with the more alternative and diverse guitar bands of the last 10 years or so: Pavement, the Pixies, Nirvana, the Flaming Lips – the list goes on. We in the UK had the passing phenomenon that was ‘Brit Pop’, of course – but contrary to expectations, it didn’t ‘Live Forever’. And what do we have to show for it? The Albarn ego-mobile that is Continue Reading