DMX just seemed to lose his focus a little while back. Could it’ve been the flak for delivering a weak LP? Maybe one too many arrests? Or possibly the bad reviews of another stinker of a movie? Who knows what drove X from being one of the most passionate performers in his genre to simply replaying himself. »
The assault of Irish bands on the UK music scene has been relentless over the past year or so, and Damien Rice seems to be the next artist destined to follow the likes of Gemma Hayes to success. Hotly tipped for at least the past 18 months, and fresh from a sold-out jaunt in the States, his latest »
Darren Berry (better known as Mankato) is a singer/songwriter from the East End, although that might not seem very obvious from the quality and influences inherent in his material. ‘Flesh And Bone’ mixes electronica with acoustic guitars and tambourines to striking effect. Despite sounding somew»
Jools Holland... he was in Squeeze, he’s presented the few good music programmes on TV, he’s an all round good guy. If he wasn’t pursuing with vigour his love for ‘boogie-woogie’, this would be a man you’d want to be very good friends with. Unquestionably, he’s a terrific piano player, but whilst this all»
Ahmir '?uestlove' Thompson wouldn't know modesty if it shot him in the back with a twelve-gauge. In the sleeve notes, The Roots' turbo-powered, dynamite drummer takes a snide swipe at "all the groups who refuse to do shows with us ever again." This isn't because Philly's finest are potty-mou»
The Verve. Muse. The Cooper Temple Clause. The Music. Maybe even tear splashes from JJ72-ripping-off-the-Pumpkins!
That's that bit outta the way for all your lazy people who just want comparisons to bands you already know and love/hate. Now what DOES this EP I keep playing actual»
There's quite a strong 80's vibe here, attempting to summon up a kind of low-rent, futuristic funky Prince feel. Nice idea, but this is pretty grooveless; I'd probably even go so far as to call it as flat as a fart, despite the fact that it's a Neptunes collaboration. Yes, surprise surprise, it's the Nep»
Good god, this is loud... well for a Sunday evening anyway (when I’m writing this). Kicking off with a bowel-shaking unearthly squall, opening track ‘The Gallery’ then settles into a somewhat pedestrian tread of the fare that Hundred Reasons and Hell Is For Heroes ply. As musicians, Imogen<»
Goodness me. If Maxilian Hecker isn’t stalkerishly intense in real life, he’s putting on a pretty good show here. Obsessive in its passion, ‘Fool’ forgoes any kind of detour, backstory or self-aggrandising trickery for a four minute profusion of unreturned devotion. And I’m buying every second of it»
Damon Gough is one unlikely pop star. A stocky, bearded chap already in his thirties, he’s hardly the picture of a gleaming white teeth poster boy. Smash Hits centrefold spreads very probably don’t await, but their loss is our gain. Beneath that stripey woolly hat is a pocket pop genius. ‘Have You Fed The Fis»
Don't get married, boys... On the way home I was writing this review in my head, before listening to the album. I imagined a fearsome collection of strung-out blues and psychedelic rock tunes, perhaps Mark Lanegan popping up for a guest slot. I could already hear those swampy monsters roar and feel»
These 3 ‘MCs’ are the type of young ladies from New York that make the words sassy and spunky spring unbidden to mind. But after a few teeth-grindingly awful listens later, sadly it’s the word ‘worthlessaswanksplat’ that keep coming to the fore. It’s not just me, I’m not being too harsh, I ju»
Recalling the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ recent conversion to melody, Munkster possess an appalling moniker, which in no way reflects their music. Their songs are somewhat bereft of a jaw-dropping chorus or that little sprinkle of magic dust on the mixing desk that divides the songs that ruminate around your »
There is something just ever so slightly disturbing about Harry. Call me a jaded old cynic, but the nasty whiff of corporate creation comes a-knocking every time I listen to this record. Is Harry to female empowerment what Avril Lavigne is to punk rock? The strumpet imagery could of course be part of h»
Considering this LP kicks off with a spoken word intro by Mike ‘aural terrorist’ Tyson (Nope, I don’t know why either, before you ask) down a shitty phone connection, this turns out to be a real pleasure to listen to despite initial fears. Ginuwine used to be Timbaland’s in-house R&B singer;»
Who'd a thunk it eh? The drummer from Blink 182 (and lest we forget, Boxcar Racer) being involved in a decent, nay good, record? Life is indeed full of surprises. One of them not being that Travis Barker would offer his services like a shot to a project which involved one of the godfathers»
The Scene: A&R Head Office, Columbia Music, LA. At the head of a table encircled by suit-wearing scouts, a man with cocaine crumbling from his nose and an empty stare is smoking a cigar. He coughs and passes copies of the following memo around the silent desk.
WANTED! GARAGE ROCK!
Subtlety, understatement... pah! Who needs them? Mine’s a campari & coconut. After a few years when they became surprisingly introspective and filed away the arse-less flares to the darker depths of their wardrobe, Erasure have recently returned with a covers collection of some of their favourite pop bits. <»
I saw the Star Spangles not so long ago supporting Idlewild and they didn't mean much to me then. 'Stay Away From Me' doesn't help their cause. Rudimentary 1978 punk guitars and authentic Strokes-alike production sees them come across as akin to the sixteenth track on a local bands c»
‘Fried My Little Brains’. Boy, you don’t know just how much I felt like doing exactly that after listening to this song. It makes me want to slice the top off my head and scoop out what little brain I have left (after selling most of it to medical science so I could buy CDs at college), slap it down »
Bleep bleep bloop bleep. Toot. And so it has begun. Electronic music is no longer clasped tightly to the chest of wiry-haired library enthusiasts. Mop tops and jeans and top shop frequenters have taken over the synth. Waaaaay. 'Agenda Suicide' is a darkly morbid, eerie, goth-like retro-futuristi»
This is Jay-Z’s 3rd ‘Blueprint’ titled release in as many years, and this time it’s an edited version of ‘The Blueprint 2: The Gift and the Curse’. In an attempt to reclaim a bit of face he’s now claiming that this new track listing was his original vision for the LP, and was convinced by his Ro»