GARY STEEL is seduced by a seductive and gently adventurous album. By a drummer, no less.
Finally, a record to creep out the 49-year-old child in Peter Kearns.
Peter Kearns is wowed by a record that (wait for it!) has something to say. What a change from the me-me-me generation.
It’s not so much Róisín Murphy’s singing or songwriting that distinguishes her latest, writes Gary Steel, but the sophisticated noir-electronica backing.
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.
A nearly new regular column in which freaky Peter Kearns casts a spell on a bunch of new album releases! You’ll wake up screaming!
In this series, Unknown Pleasures, Gary Steel makes his case for worthy but under-recognised albums and artists. Gert-Jan Prins is reasonably well-known in the experimental underground, but there’s something about his “noise” music that makes it more engaging than his stylistic contemporaries.
There are elves. And a chap with a very high voice. Unfeasibly high. Oh, and glockenspiel. Sound a bit twee? Gary Steel reviews Death Vessel.
This Coach takes its good time getting where it’s going, but you never want to get off.
Liam Finn’s second album is problematic… but it sounds great!
Persian septuagenarian brought out of cobwebs to collaborate with young English guys, successfully
The weird gets going on this remix album made from history’s audio detritus