Kendal Calling’s strength comes from its ability to tap into and play host to what has emerged since the digital revolution gave bands and artists the ability to promote themselves. (read more)
This is an album by a band not afraid to try something slightly different, and there is much to like about it. (read more)
There are still plenty of heavier passages where they show their metal side. But there is far more light and shade. (read more)
Knowles selects footage that portrays the women’s euphoria and attempts to capture the intense emotion of childbirth (read more)
Devoid of histrionics, of ’emotional’ treatments, and of cloying sentimentality. Dare’s presentation of the songs is instead factual, crisp and resigned. (read more)
It’s all completely over the top, but then it’s a Tarja record, and you wouldn’t really expect anything else; it would be like expecting Meatloaf to make a lo-fi Americana album. (read more)
A dangerous high-powered oxyacetylene blowtorch aimed straight at the heads of all those preened plastic pretend pointy-shoed rock and rollers that have bred like maggots over the stages of the land (read more)
There are some interesting concepts and experiments here, but the moral of the story is that those who live uncritically by the 1980s creatively die by the 1980s (read more)
When you find the press release that accompanies an album more interesting than the music itself, then you know there’s something wrong. (read more)
The nostalgic waft of times past may be enough to propel Sarakula into the playlists of the nation’s barbeque evenings. (read more)
This is unashamedly music for musos… there are rapid and unpredictable chord changes, sudden transitions in tempo and then multipart drone (read more)
‘symphonic black metal, with a leaning towards melodic death’. Chthonic’s album Bu Tik ticks all the extremist boxes. Some of it’s even in Taiwanese. (read more)
A crazy band who make crazy music, then. And their latest album is suitably mental. (read more)
Mac’s voice has aged with the same sweet languid complexity as an oak-barelled Sauternes. (read more)
It goes nowhere despite having more effort in its two long tracks than most metal releases in the last month. (read more)
Sinister Funtime is twisted and wretched. The whole album is a crazed booze-fuelled sex-beat for delinquents everywhere. (read more)
A healthcare industry that is allowed to continue monopolising the world will see many more needless deaths, all in the name of indifference and bottom dollar (read more)
Salif Keita ‘s voice is outside of time, although steeped in place(s). If you wish to call someone, he once stated, call them with music. In present-day Mali, that’s got to be worth a try. (read more)
Pulling the pace back from their 60s infused debut, the focus here is much more on the idiosyncrasies of British guitar music and they actually pull it off quite wonderfully. (read more)
The truth, and the beauty of the film is that it is wide open to interpretation. (read more)
Is it a bad thing that we’re given an album of the classic-era Patton that we’ve learned to revere? No way. (read more)
Helloween break an extended silence with the release of Straight Out Of Hell. New album due on January 18th (read more)
Ultimately, Life of Pi as film is a visual complement to Yann Martel’s story as opposed to a fresh telling of its own. But what a visual complement it is. (read more)
Becca has a strong, more booming voice than the punk singers, at times reminiscent of PJ Harvey or Empress of Fur. Perhaps a bit of gravel or drawl would have added to the tone, but generally it was a clear, unaffected and suitably varied vocal performance. (read more)
Piano/organ builds, picked guitar melodies, crunching riffs, and a lyrical approach that constructs vivid narratives using thematic language. It’s funny, and fun, as well as being an almost perfect example of an album that’s ‘a grower’. (read more)
If you don’t buy it you will die, if you do buy it you will die.
You may as well buy it and die happy. (read more)
As a jumping-off point for facetious gasbagging of just about any moral, political, religious or personal viewpoint, pornography is a gift to the commentator in love with the sound of his or her own voice. (read more)
The ‘puttin’ a bitch on the corner from the time I wuz fourteen, chill wit’ my niggas, emceed my way up from the gutters’ narrative that still, incomprehensibly, provides mid-west cornfed WASPs with their vicarious ghetto jollies is mercifully absent. DELS returns with his Black Salad EP (read more)
A scruffy bunch of Canterbury hair-farmers they may be, but Syd Arthur certainly nailed that awful hopelessness of pavement cafes and flimsy sundresses giving way to the slate-grey gloom of November. (read more)
“You either close up a shop and cry behind closed doors for the next five years or you have a go and see what you can do next.” Steve Lazarides refuses to be daunted by economic crisis. (read more)
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