Music Reviews
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Amadou & Mariam Welcome to Mali
Somehow, the mainstream spotlight was able to breeze over Amadou & Mariam's latest offering Welcome to Mali, which has proved to be one of the liveliest and most indelible albums of last year.
Andy Stewart reviews... -
Little Joy Little Joy
It's official. I don't care if The Strokes ever put out another album.
Brett Oronzio reviews... -
Six Organs of Admittance RTZ
Those of us who aren’t already familiar with the wealth of Six Organs of Admittance rarities collected on RTZ and are getting limited mileage out of Chasny’s recent exercises in finely honed border-psych will find that these patient, meditative, sky-minded nocturnes are just what the witch-doctor ordered.
Tom Whalen returns to zero... -
Color Cassette Forever Sparrow
A boy becomes a sparrow, and it sounds like this.
Sean Caldwell reviews... -
Secret Machines Secret Machines
They bring the thunder, but will it rain?
Alan Shulman reviews -
Swervedriver Raise / Mezcal Head (Reissues)
In the post-grunge nadir of the early nineties Swervedriver's first two albums – 1991's Raise and 1993's Mezcal Head – should have sealed their reputation as one of the finest British bands of the era. For a variety of reasons, they didn't. If ever a band deserved a re-appraisal it's Swervedriver.
David Coleman raves down... -
Andrew Bird Noble Beast
Does Bird's latest stand up to last year's fantastic Armchair Apocrypha?
Kevin Walker soldiers on... -
Phosphorescent To Willie
On To Willie, Phosphorescent sends a love letter to the American Outlaw himself Willie Nelson and proves that cover albums don't always have to suck.
Andy Stewart listens to new old songs... -
A Camp Colonia
Mix one part Cardigan with one part Shudder to Think. Add some Guided By Voices and Joan As Policewoman and finally, sprinkle on some Smashing Pumpkin to serve. Could A Camp be the collaboration of 2009 or is Colonia a recipe for disaster?
Joe Rivers reviews... -
Antony and the Johnsons The Crying Light
If The Crying Light serves to remind us of anything, it is that Antony’s voice is indeed too stunning and too pure to be obscured with electro-charged synth beats and sweaty bodies.
Conor McKay reviews...
