Music Reviews
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Kaiser Chiefs The Future Is Medieval
Don't worry, it's not that bad, but it is pretty bad - so I'd listen to some Jackson Five while you read this if I were you. ABC should offset it nicely.
Joe Iliff can't believe he volunteered for this... -
SBTRKT SBTRKT
SBTRKT secures a ripe batch of featured vocalists while displaying the smoother side of dubstep.
Randi Dietiker reviews... -
Eleanor Friedberger Last Summer
The Fiery Furnaces haven't split up, but Eleanor Friedberger goes solo for this gorgeous, vintage-feel record.
Stephen Wragg is charmed... -
Incubus If Not Now, When?
After a five year hiatus, Incubus return with seventh album, If Not Now, When?, which is also the title of a 1982 Primo Levi novel. But then, we all knew that anyway, didn't we?
Joe Rivers has never been so acutely aware he's no longer 15 years old... -
The Rosebuds Loud Planes Fly Low
Three years and one divorce after their last album, The Rosebuds are back to shed a sombre, mellow light on their troubles.
David Hogg is feeling melancholy... -
Chuck Lestrange Shadows of the Past & Present
Chuck Lestrange delivers a delicate balance between those elusive senses - of groove, and of serenity. And there's some macho rapsterism thrown in for good measure.
Akhil Sood reviews... -
Digitalism I Love You, Dude
German electro duo Digitalism return with the follow-up to 2007's Idealism.
Craig Stevens is missing the Zdarlight... -
Boogie Monster Zechimechi
Some bands sound like a broken robot found a working microphone. Some bands would sound really good if they could just find a working microphone. Boogie Monster is definitely in the latter category. A band this good deserves better recording equipment.
wants to ditch the CD and spend the money at a Boogie Monster show... instead -
Sons and Daughters Mirror Mirror
Three years after This Gift proved to be a commercial disappointment, Glaswegian band Sons and Daughters reveal a new, rather grim(m) sound on their latest album.
Mark Davison is frightened... -
Gardens & Villa Gardens & Villa
The lackadaisical Californians emote a synth-heavy debut that incessantly clashes with airy sun-dappled melodies, both in word and song.
Juan Edgardo Rodríguez is a tad disoriented...
