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by Matthew Slaughter
For those interested in investigating the moment Elton John became the legend he sought to be this is a thorough and generous offering.»
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by Matthew Slaughter
On New Gods there’s a sense of logical progression, an aim of expression that might have been missing from some of Withered Hand's earlier work.»
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by Matthew Slaughter
In his late forties, it seems, Mark Kozelek’s hit a rich seam of stoically told, eminently tuneful tales of his (extrememly) personal life that are currently unmatched in the musical sphere.»
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by Matthew Slaughter
Augustines is a record that was born to run, taking hearts along with it as it goes.»
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by Matthew Slaughter
Live At The Cellar Door is a treasure chest that holds the glowing embers of a brilliant, already burgeoning career.»
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by Matthew Slaughter
While shell-shocked fans recover from Nick Cave’s recent live shows there’s another side to the dark overlord of which we perhaps need reminding.»
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by Matthew Slaughter
In the final assessment what we’ve got here are a set of pop songs that are almost uniformly brilliant, captured in a fashion that harks back to the band’s beginnings, presented beautifully and with pride. »
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by Matthew Slaughter
There’s a case to be made for Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, along with OK Computer and the rather more obvious Modern Life Is Rubbish being direct descendents of this album»
In Depth by Matthew Slaughter
Beneath the surface of history, one well detailed in the triumphs of The Cocteau Twins, Pixies, Breeders, Throwing Muses, Dead Can Dance et al there is a plethora of treasure, sunken by obscurity, the sparkling sheen of its rotten casing nibbled away at by the plankton of time...»
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by Matthew Slaughter
This may not be the truly brazen, bold Roy Harper of the Seventies but it’s a record of reflection, of experimentation, sometimes of egotism, often of near-mystical sadness.»
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by Matthew Slaughter
I Hate Music will be a companion album for those who find themselves wondering recently if they might have fallen out of love with rock n roll. The answer is delivered loudly – you haven’t, you never will, with Superchunk around it’s not fucking possible.»
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by Matthew Slaughter
R. Stevie Moore is a collage artist of the highest, silliest, most joyful degree.»
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by Matthew Slaughter
The Argument's cataclysmic clashes and multitudinous puzzle pieces that never quite fit together are the stuff of a deeply flawed classic.»
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by Matthew Slaughter
The Big Dream is as warped and wondrous a vision as David Lynch has produced in recent times.»
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by Matthew Slaughter
Mavis Staples and Jeff Tweedy’s partnership may not catapult her to renewed fame, but it continues to throw up some of the most sparkling moments of their respective careers.»
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by Matthew Slaughter
A bittersweet record of delicate, detailed story-songs that never skimp on honesty or generosity of spirit.»
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by Matthew Slaughter
Though Come went on to make three more extremely good records before calling it a day, it’s Eleven:Eleven that makes their lasting statement - disturbing, uncool, and so fucking vital it’ll make you punch yourself in the neck in a frenzy of self-loathing and musical ecstasy.»
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by Matthew Slaughter
The fact is that Harper Simon sings and plays like Elliott Smith – there’s no escaping that – but while purists may cry foul they’ll be missing out on a talent capable of some pretty wonderful feats of atmospheric songwriting.»
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by Matthew Slaughter
Enter into Wondrous Bughouse willingly and with joy it could be the kind of record you’ll be in love with for years to come.»
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by Matthew Slaughter
That there is some potential here is not in doubt – but a firm hand to calm the histrionic tendencies is required before Your Move, Raincloud venture into the studio once more.»