It’s not so much Róisín Murphy’s singing or songwriting that distinguishes her latest, writes Gary Steel, but the sophisticated noir-electronica backing.
Frank Zappa’s final album arrives a mere 22 years after the composer’s untimely death. Gary Steel reckons he must have been on drugs.
Gary Steel reckons there’s loads of wit and irony to chuckle at, and heaps of imagination on the smart collaboration between Sparks and Franz Ferdinand.
Kody Nielson’s new project to release new album as delicious vinyl art object.
A regular column in which freaky Peter Kearns casts a spell on a bunch of new album releases! You’ll wake up screaming!