As reported in an interview by Pitchfork, in one of their beautiful giant parallax scrolling web pages that I'm not at all jealous of, unwashed LA noise-rockers HEALTH have finally finished their first album in six years.
I put this album on my record player for the first time after listening to John and Beverly Martin’s Stormbringer
. Being a touch cruel, that’s a bit like stopping off at your local chippy after spending the weekend dining at Rick Stein’s place. Perhaps I wasn’t in the right mindset to appreciate Walker’s not inconsiderable talents upon first listen; all I could hear were the echoes of the 60’s and 70’s British folk greats upon whose shoulders this record quite clearly rests…
Fuck the Mercurys and fuck the Mercury curse! Young Fathers' second album White Men Are Black Men Too
is a phenomenal effort, full of energy, creativity and a lightness of touch that mocks every other band who won the award with six very rigid middle fingers.
Uh... there are three members of Young Fathers just in case that needed explaining. Three people, six hands, six... you know what, you're clever people, you figured it out. Where was I? Oh yeah, fuck M People!
Action Bronson’s new album Mr Wonderful
is the absolute shit. Now I haven’t used that term on the site before, as you can probably tell from my very British reticence. It’s a ‘use-once and never again’ phrase which I’ve had to save for a very special occasion.
“Is this a special occasion right now” you ask? Well let me see, does the release of a joyful blast of masterful hip-hop released just in time to soundtrack my entire summer count as a special occasion? The answer is FUCK YES.
Posted by The Ape
at 17:47 on 31 Mar 2015
The last Clark album was amazing. I should have written a review for Popdin and given it a shitload of stars but I didn't primarily because I'm terribly lazy. To rectify this oversight I thought it best to write some words about his latest EP, which is also amazing.
This collection of best tracks from the past four weeks is a highly sophisticated affair, featuring sounds that can only be described as cooly reserved or emotionally detached. Basically if you don’t look exactly like one of the members of Chromatics in the above image then you probably don’t have any business here.
One of my favourite traits of Courtney Barnett is the way she delivers lyrics in an utterly deadpan manner, just on the right side of monotone, but will suddenly find the melody in the music, remembering that she’s technically ‘meant’ to be singing, and deliver something completely uplifting, beautiful and transformative.
Popdin and Death Grips have had a difficult but lengthy relationship which finally came to an end last summer. What began as an exciting if occasionally terrifying affair, soon turned to bitter acrimony as Death Grips began sharing pictures of its huge genitalia around the internet, arguing with its bosses at work, swearing in front of Popdin's mum and generally acting in an unpredictable, sweaty manner. It was never going to last.
Kendrick Lamar is basically a genius. An untouchable creative talent who writes lyrics that place current socio-political themes within a historical context. He balances an incredibly dextrous lyrical flow with a deconstructivist take on hip-hop. He's a Grammy nominated, platinum-selling artist, whose last album good kid, m.A.A.d city
managed both commercial and critical success by dismantling the gangsta rap genre and in doing so made the best gangsta rap album of this or any other generation. And despite having the gruff delivery of a middle-aged chain smoker, he is only 27. Like I said the guy's a genius.
To Pimp a Butterfly
, Lamar's third full-length album, is a wild, challenging, complex work that can barely contain the man at the centre of it.
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