Anyone who's turned on one of the apparently 'alternative' music TV channels recently will know what a state the mainstream of guitar-based music is in at the moment. If the bands aren't actually manufactured in a literal sense, then the one-dimensional nature of their songs means that they might as well be. Then, ou»
Oh Ash, let me count the ways that I love thee... No, sorry, too many. The band with the most under-rated second album in music history (and believe me, there are many) return with the precursor to their 'Intergalatic Sonic Sevens' singles collection. This of course provokes two reactions; firstly »
Niomi McLean-Daley. The female Mike Skinner. Vivid, powerful lyrics, set beneath of a barrage of slinky R 'n' B beats and Timbaland type effects. Lazy journalism. Yep. But by 'lazy' you can also read 'true'. Comparing her to Mike Skinner is a bit unfair. In truth, The Streets al»
There is no two ways about it, this is a simply stunning piece of music, sounding fresh and juicy new, while at the same time evoking numerous ghostie playmates from the past. Mixing droopy-sleepy country sounds with churning drum machine loops a la Beck, and serving them up (comfortably!) beside small symphoni»
"I've got my cards laid on the table, you won't show your hand...", cue epic sounding guitar solo riff with fuzzing guitars underneath trying their hardest to write an anthem. It's very nearly there, leaving aside the predictable solo work this could be any of the bands that never quite made it »
A duo from Scotland going since 1995, Sheepdug, attempt to bring something new to the indie guitar genre with an eclectic bunch of songs that swing from garage rock with Beck-like vocals ('American Dream') to acoustic and vocal only sliding pop ('Space Queen'). With only two members i»
It doesn’t matter that ...Trail Of Dead have signed to a major label. Erase their defensive “subverting the ‘system’ from the inside” quotes from your mind. Bollocks to the sell-out whingers. Don’t you know – AYWKUBTTOD are the most essential band in guitar music. Um, they are. Promise. ‘Rela»
The brilliantly named Monster Movie's Last night something happened reminds me of this Canadian film I saw when I was a kid. Something about this little boy and his supersmart dog in a tree-filled autumn village.
Anyway, this could have been the soundtrack. A playful, earthy, slightly blurry sound (a»
To do it live is the 'Only Way To Know For Sure'. That’s what the central concept of this record is: a straight-to-tape, old-fashioned live album. Simultaneously a rebuttal of studio technology and yet also a fierce statement of independence. Rollins Band exist outside of the conventional chann»
If Junkboy were indeed "dance music for departure lounges", the airlines in question would probably fly to Venus and Mars, in special noise-reduction planes with fake fur seats and waterfall aquariums as in-flight standard. Yes, easy on the ears and soul this is indeed. Sometimes, like on Ikea, a cheesy brass s»
Alice had her looking glass but I just need a speaker stack and to wash my face with cold water, to rinse away the strife of everyday life. Deep breath. In to the icy water I go… I open my eyes, expecting just the gentle burn of chlorine but WOAH!!! Into a brave never-neverland I tumble. The journey through a world of»
One listen to this album is enough to convince even the most hardened pop watcher that, in an age where Hear’Say and Blue rule supreme, there is still hope. The next listen will convince people that Mcalmont & Butler have been away for far too long, and every listen after that – and believe me, on»
Honest guitar pop. It's a dangerous phrase because although it tends to imply confidence, technical ability, uplifting vocals and tunes capable of making you nod you head there's also a flipside. Honest guitar pop is played in every pub across the country, it's usually played by men in secure jobs who like to &q»
How often do you hear “buy this record, it’s life affirming”? ‘Do You Realize??’ is more than that. It freezes time, suddenly making you painfully aware of the futility of, well, everything. “Do you realize, that everyone you know, someday, will die?” asks The Flaming Lips' icon»
Bored of playing with his cross fader Paul Oakenfold decides he can do this dance pop crossover thing all the kids seem so keen on at the moment. The result is a laid back summery affair based on a hypnotic sample looped continuously, sharing the same kind of vibes as Mint Royale's 'Don't Falter»
The first time I heard Kosheen it was with their drum'n' bass spectacular, 'Slip N Slide Suicide'. At that point they were raw and vibrant with their closest contemporaries living their lives on the UK underground. Since then quite a lot has changed. 'Hide U' put them on TOTP, 'Hungry' su»
Right then. Anyone reckon that Raging Speedhorn are, like, for pussies? Or of the opinion that anything not shouted, screamed and generally ripped out at over 4000 decibels is kinda pointless? Ah good, this is for you. Labrat (see what they’ve done with that clever ol’ squashing two words into one?»
Veteran producer John Parish has one of the most enviable CVs in music, but chances are you don’t recognise his name. If he’s known at all it’s for his work as long-term helmsman for PJ Harvey, but the quiet West Country man can also claim credits on Eels’ ‘Souljacker’, Sparklehors»
If you blinked last month, the chances are you will have missed the triumphant return of Supergrass. Such as it was. The limited-edition, seven inch-only ‘Never Done Nothing Like That Before’ lasted just 90 seconds and barely registered with anybody, but it was an unpolished gem that suggested the »
David Gedge has a hard-on.
A hard-on for fast guitars, for enormous tunes.
But most of all he has a hard-on for sex. Curious cove that Gedge fellow. The image of him as a mild-mannered, indie stalwart remains. A past-it Peel favourite. A relic from the ‘C-86’ scene. A musical coelacanth who has »
What are the odds that when Interpol looks in the mirror they see the members of Joy Division in the reflection?
That’s the impression most people are getting upon first listen. The thick baritone delivery of singer Paul Banks could pass him off as an Ian Curtis impersonator, but upon furth»