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“The moments passed... yeah, it’s gone“
What hath BritPop wrought?
By the mid-nineties ‘Indie’ turned turncoat and allowed itself to become assimilated into the chart mainstream. It had released its weary, yet once steadfast grip, and let itself be lulled, be pulled under and along by Pop’s soft but might»
I dunno, I suppose the former Creation boss, Alan McGee, who once had the far-sighted good sense to sign the likes of My Bloody Valentine, Saint Etienne and the Boo Radleys, has, in a sense, bottled it. Pulling back from where anything that remotely sniffs of modernity is concerned, McGee now on»
Then there’s the band that had an idea of creating a type of music that seems to have been forgotten: a raw, honest and heartfelt sounding music. The band - who seemed more like a gang of mates chancing their arm than any normal career-orientated band - whose early releases turned the heads of music journalists and fan»
There’s something to be said for songs about calm domesticity and the identifiable everydayness of just being alive. This is what Norwegian indie-folksters, Kings of Convenience concern themselves with.
Okay, most of their songs are actually about girls - but then, all the best songs, all the really i»
Reneging on his promise to be “gone until November” Wyclef Jean - The Worlds Most Talentless Man is back with - yet another - forehead-slappingly stoopid ditty. This time, instead of the empty braggadocio of that - ahem! - duet with The Rock (talk about finding your intellectual equal), Wycl»
Not a total letdown, but then I hardly had high hopes of ‘Tomb Raider’ - the movie, being any good in the first place. I mean, how good is a film based on a computer game going to be exactly? It’s not as if it’s continuing a fine tradition. ‘Super Mario Bros’, ‘Streetfighter’ and ‘Mortal »
Now, the whole idea of this 'classic' segment is, I suppose, to get folks turned onto records they may have missed by the sheer enthusiasm of the review.
So. It is my job as a reviewer, therefore, to try and convince you somehow, that you need this album in your life. This could be tricky.
For sure, 'Blu»
Whenever a new record plonks down on the desk at Warp, and they give it a listen, do you think they ever, at any time, say: “Oh God, not more avant-electronica”? If the record is as sonically arresting as this little beast, probably not. Tom Jenkinson has been forging a pathway into uncharted musical terr»