Hello fans of music, mirth and flesh-pink coloured websites (I know who you are, I know where you visit after you leave, I look at the analytics you weirdos), welcome to our round-up of all the best albums released this week that aren't Faith No More's new record
. Including condensed opinion pieces where I discuss new music by Hot Chip, Brandon Flowers, Paul Weller and other more interesting artists, before going off on startlingly wild tangents where I expose my various personal grudges held against anyone I've randomly antagonised throughout my week. Sound good? Great. Let's begin...
Just from the opening 30 seconds of Sol Invictus
- the delicate piano, the military drumming, Mike Patton’s growling baritone - it’s clear that despite a gap of 18 years, Faith No More
feel like they’ve never been away, and for me it feels just like coming home again.
Mumford and Sons have changed their sound, dropped the faux alt-country bullshit, lost their banjos and apparently bought some pre-distressed leather jackets from Matalan, so the least I can do is give their new album Wilder Mind
a fair, open-minded appraisal.
However to save time and unnecessary agony, I’m going to write this review while listening to it for the first and only time, so it should theoretically only take an hour. If you think that Mark Beaumont, Simon Price or Alex Petridis are more professional than this you’re wrong and if they tell you any different they are fucking lying.
In just nine tracks, Canadian three-piece Braids cover an awful lot of ground, thematically, lyrically and, within its heart-tugging electronic niche, musically too. Similarly over the course of just three albums Braids have developed their sound to a point where each record stands identifiably as its own work, while maintaining a constant through-line of captivating honesty. With that in mind, Deep in the Iris
is their strongest, most humane and beautiful album so far.
It's becoming increasingly clear that Blur are never going to produce anything as stirring as 'The Universal' or as era-defining as 'Park Life' or as fun as 'Song 2' or as weird as 'Beetlebum' ever again. That time has passed.
But we live in this weird era where no popular brand, franchise, or reasonably successful band are allowed to stay dead for long. Whatever the real compulsion for a new Blur album, internal and external desires meant that one day it had to happen. It was inevitable.
Posted by The Ape
at 10:50 on 27 Apr 2015
Squarepusher does two things really well, he makes crazy fast melodies and he makes furious percussion spasms. The first part of his career he tended to do both of these things at the same time but with his later albums the beats started to take a backseat. They calmed down on Hello Everything
, got thin and tinny as Squarepusher explored melodic pop with Just A Souvenir
and Shobaleader One
and were altogether absent on the solo electric bass excursion Solo Electric Bass 1
This led to the usual wistful grumblings of people pining for the chaotic tumblings of earlier work but it would appear that none were more pissed off than the drums themselves. They tried to make themselves heard on Ufabulum
but the melodies had become the brash chords of 90s trance, drowning out everything in sheer bombast. On Damogen Furies
the drums go for the throat.
Health's new album Death Magic
is confirmed for release on August 7, and the news single 'New Coke' is available to watch on the HEALTH website
. Now on with the only slightly out of date news story...
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.