James Arden checks out the garage rockers latest album.
The Christian rock band from Brighton bring religion to the masses.
Recipe for modern R'n'B album: liberal helpings of guest rappers and an overdose of sexual euphemisms.
‘Until The Earth Begins To Part’ seems set to provide Edinburgh-based Broken Record’s long-expected big break and firmly plant them alongside the lazily-compared likes of Arcade Fire. The song is epic but it is refreshing to actually hear vocals behind the colourfully homogeneous baize of heavy piano and rousing trumpets. This, when combined with the magically gothic lyrical angle, becomes a bracing lament of lost love.
Tom Longstaff
Back from retirement, ‘We Made You’ sees Marshall Mathers III reunited with his old partner Dr. Dre. With Dre’s uneven brass and drums supporting his rhythmic flourishes, this is more rough than (American) smooth. Eminem leads an attack on celebrity culture, sparing no crude moves as he quicksteps between Lindsay Lohan, Sarah Palin and an ironic chorus from (a fake) Jessica Simpson. Like John Sergeant attempting a paso doble, you’ll either love it or hate it.
Pete Burgess
They say it’s a game of two halves; after their fantastically original 2007 debut album Strange House, the crowd has been expecting more of the same from The Horrors. What they’ve got is far from it if this single is anything to go by; the dynamic guitar-distortion of the opening quickly descends into bland garage-indie with all the flair and ingenuity of the long-ball tactic (I counted a grand total of three chords) and Faris Badwan’s lyrics possess about as much sincerity as Nicolas Anelka being “tackled”. Brian Clough once pointed out that it only takes a second to score a goal. Someone should have told The Horrors that it takes a little longer to write a decent song…
Rich Powell
The Junior Boys may be receiving rave reviews from the music press but listening to “Hazel” for its six-minute entirety felt like an endurance test akin to swimming the Channel. Some will love the retro synths and polished production of the track and it is certainly more individual than the many electro-pop singles flooding the market. Yet personally, the repetitive strokes of the synths and the boring lyrics made it feel as if the track was crawling painfully slowly towards the finish line.
Hannah Barrett
Check into the Singles Club next week for the likes of Paolo Nutini, Manic Street Preachers and Maps.
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