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by Jazz Monroe
A sparse, modern troubadour update on Ry Cooder’s heatwave-shimmer soundtrack to Wim Wenders’ Paris, Texas.»
In Depth by Jazz Monroe
Roby is roaming the Irish countryside, so Jazz Monroe has stepped in to do(!) this week's singles...
So then, this week’s is a column of maternal murder, hyper-specialist musical terminology (“staccato”!) and waaay too many exclamation marks.»
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by Jazz Monroe
Well done, James Blake. You honestly aren’t that bad at all, mate.»
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by Jazz Monroe
Darren Hayman is regardless a master of simultaneously writing powerfully and underwhelmingly.»
In Depth by Jazz Monroe
Around the release of Jeffrey Lewis' third record City and Eastern Songs - an album which, it would quickly become clear, was the high watermark of the burgeoning (hey, let’s just call it) ‘anti-folk’ genre - you might remember DiS running this feature, w»
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by Jazz Monroe
Remember that time you stood slightly aghast in the streets of a major European city, watching a man with a wrong hat and probably no home doing a Lotus Flower-dance to a vast cacophony of apparently-no-music-whatsoever? This is probably what he was listening to, it just didn’t exist yet.»
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by Jazz Monroe
The kind of enchanting, quietly literate indie rock record you could build an intricately compelling life story from.»
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by Jazz Monroe
This promising debut is a thing of such utter and ruddy brilliance it feels at once irresponsible to get carried away with praise and uppity to proffer anything so improbable as a perceived shortcoming.»
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by Jazz Monroe
While there are hoards of similar, inferior folk rock records polluting highways and saloons worldwide, Luke Temple is better than the folksy ankle-biters because he updates and outweighs the wrung-out subject matter in both nous and nuance.»
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by Jazz Monroe
The most beautiful and beautifully disjointed album of the year.»
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by Jazz Monroe
We're jolly excited to see what colours this cerebral chameleon bursts into next.»
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by Jazz Monroe
For all its wrong-footing attempts to reinvent and hide inside itself, The Entire City - while slippery as a fish out of water, by all accounts - is crystal clear of ambition and concept.»
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by Jazz Monroe
Bring on their 'Don't You (Forget About Me)'? Don't even joke.»
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by Jazz Monroe
While Plant Plants presently lack a distinctly unique voice, there’s a precocious promise at the heart of this.»
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by Jazz Monroe
For this third EP, the remarkably nifty pianist masterfully acts out well-put together pop songs with enough depth to drown a clutch of former Sugababes.»
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by Jazz Monroe
Perhaps the most unexpectedly ‘normal’ album of the year.»
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by Jazz Monroe
Insightful literary extravagance and melodrama at a time when taking pride in ignorance and indifference seems to be the cultural norm.»
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by Jazz Monroe
As pop MCs go, we’ve scarcely had it better.»
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by Jazz Monroe
Born With Stripes is a springy, psych-rocking compendium of dust-coated Sixties radio highway hits, booming out a convertible Chevy as it cruises across the AZ/CA border.»
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by Jazz Monroe
The work of a band more than content to make a good album - a really, very, very good album, yes - but only because they can’t be bothered to make a great one.»
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by Jazz Monroe
Native Speaker is the kind of record to which you’d be tempted to ascribe the term ‘more than the sum of its parts’, if its parts weren’t so sodding gorgeous on their own merits.»
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by Jazz Monroe
Ornaments From the Silver Arcade is a solid ‘indie’ record, with nuance and character spewing out of its cuff links.»
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by Jazz Monroe
While The Phantom Forest flirts with the old cliché of trying to appease fanbase and critics simultaneously, Bearsuit remain in spirit the frolicsome DIY hedonists that John Peel and the rest of us made flags out of our collective cardigans over. »
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by Jazz Monroe
It’s fair to say Smoke Ring...’s reliance on gloom and loneliness rarely lets up. But he’s trying to find beauty in it, which I guess is the point.»
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by Jazz Monroe
In places Fluorescence is fairly triumphant - exhilarating even; on paper, it tickles all the right neurons. The payoff, though, falls short of expectations.»
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by Jazz Monroe
Each submersion is every bit as worthy as the last.»
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by Jazz Monroe
Do we really need Another Sub-Replacements Indie Schmuck to half-heartedly pump our fists to at commercial music festivals, and shout over at shit-hole nightclubs, and stick posters of on our already brimming bedroom walls? Of course we fucking do and you know, we always will. »
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by Jazz Monroe
Rolling Blackouts is patently The Go! Team's most satisfying, accessible record to date. »
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by Jazz Monroe
...Love You can at times be so unbearably irritating that it precludes sensible analysis. »
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by Jazz Monroe
Jim Noir is another wondrous celebrator of youth's delightful naivety.»