They say life is made of moments, well for a slew of NY bands at the moment, including Radio 4, it appears that life was made of a six month period between the start of New Order and the end of Joy Division. Even the title of this track reminds of Ian Curtis' doom-laden lyrics (Transmis»
During one of the many radio interviews he took part in to promote this album and its accompanying single, ‘Like I Love You’, Justin Timberlake admitted to performing oral sex on his ex-girlfriend, Britney (no surname needed) during their supposedly true-love-waits style relationship.
So what happens when the god of shock rock no longer shocks?
In 1997, America's Christians - among others - were up in arms, convinced Marilyn Manson was the latest incarnation of evil to pollute the mind of impressionable teens through his manipulat»
I hear a fairly decent song-by-numbers on the radio and think “Ooooh, it’s the new Lost Prophets song … or is it Linkin Park … dag nabbit I just can’t tell which godforsaken LP band it is!!” Then the bloody jockey fella just went straight into the adverts and I was running out of time. I left the car st»
Wow! Now this is a surprise! Having already written Bombshell Rocks off as Clash / Rancid rip-offs thanks to their last album ‘Cityrats & Alleycats’ the Bombshell guys have only gone and replaced guitarist Ola with original guitarist / songwriter Richard Anderson and recorded possibly the be»
I am small. A child asleep, dreaming things that make my eyelids flicker underneath weight of my roaming eye balls.
In the dream, of course, a large white bird rest next to me, its beating large wings fold underneath its body and it winks at me. I take hold of some of its feathers and pull myself up high from t»
Three times, I have tried to write this review and twice, the computer has inexplicably eaten it. There must be a conspiracy afoot. The Arbiters of Taste don't want you to hear this record. They do not want you shaken out of your complacency of actually believing that the records you hear on your radio c»
Remember back when I did my Outkast review and I said it would take something special to beat that for being my single of the year? Well that was destroyed in just 1 minute and 26 seconds. Liam Lynch is a more or less unheard of in the UK. He created Sifl & Ollie (the talking socks on M»
Groovy is a word that is excruciatingly over-used. Face it pop pickers, Austin Powers, TOTP2 et al have wrecked the 60s for our generation. We cant talk about Hammond, mod or swinging without overtones of a David Brent or a.n.other joker hovering over our shoulder. Well m»
For some people, there are only two words that matter in life, whichever order you put them in. Those words are 'Fischer' and 'Spooner'. For those of you that have missed the ever-so exclusive trend, slinky electronic squelches are in. Indeed, they are apparently, all that matter. So cream your»
Four serious looking men from the Cambridge area, The Shards make what is probably best described as earnest indie-rock. Opener, 'Life is Live', features some big Oasis style solo guitar lines and a rhythm that recalls the more funk lead strains of Cast. 'Lose The Fear', is sli»
While her ‘So Addictive’ album mapped out a thrilling future for soul/hip-hop/dance music, Missy Elliott’s comeback (has she ever actually been away?) single draws on the past for inspiration. ‘Work It’ possesses a filthy, irresistible, old-skool groove. Missy and Timbaland have turne»
Bright Eyes, bright young thing. Native of Omaha, Nebraska, 23 years of age, five albums to his name and a slew of solo projects in tow. Its only now that the gifted misanthrope has really come to the fore, with a sold-out tour underway and set to hit London imminently. This single then, is hi»
Formed in 2000, Crash Cartel are four guys united by their liking for fast crunching punk edged rock. The title track opens with a scratchy guitar riff, subsequently driving into chug rock Three Colours Red territory. Plenty of shouting, with the occasional breakdown threatening to go hip hop. Adr»
Self released in his native Canada, Morgan Finlay's cd is six tracks of commercially-orientated, well-produced radio friendly rock. Coming in somewhere between The Calling and Puddle of Mudd it's not particularly original but it's pleasant enough. Within it's self-imposed boundaries it's sti»
Would you complain if you woke up and it was a beautiful summer's day everyday? No, probably not. And that, in essence, is similar to a new Coldplay single. You know what you're going to get, but it doesn't actually diminish the quality of said thing. And verily, it swoons. 'The Scientist»
Bear in mind that the ideal platform for My Computer is a Sunday afternoon in the city, hungover, living over a shop, wondering about braving the instant coffee but ears more receptive than stomach. Vowing never to smoke again, never to open your mouth again. Preferably on a major road, probably in the rain. Which i»
From the author of A Series of Unfortunate Events comes The Basic Eight, yet another installment of gifted young adults getting away with murder (see Heathers, The Secret History). The book is structured on two levels: first, as protagonist Flannery Culp’s journal, read simultaneously as it is originally written, revis»
For a few short years, in the aftermath of the second World War, America surrendered its identity as the centre of cool to what became known as Swinging London, the international hotspot for music, fashion, art, and film. The Sixties, as anyone over the age of fifty incessantly bangs into our skulls, was the moment whe»
Wow, life must be pretty cool for The Datsuns right now. In addition to their leader being voted the third coolest man in rock (not quite as cool as the drummer from The Strokes it seems, sorry.), they're also releasing their second ever UK single! But, stopping for a moment to wipe a tear from»
"EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS WRONG” flashed forth in big letters when push came to shove and the world's biggest stadium rock band discovered leather pants and irony. They used to be incredibly shit. Then they were quite good for a while in the early 90's, and started going shit again. This is an album »
So, what do you do years after your iconic rock star frontman and pretty posterboy commits suicide and need some quick dosh? Cobble together some old tracks and release an ill thought compilation album with a so-called ‘unreleased’ track or two? Sound familiar? Evidently, some marketing bod thought that on»