Massive Champion review | Getdown Services shake off the joke band tag
Self-written, self-produced and self-recorded, Getdown Services' second album is more ambitious than their cult debut, Crisps, without losing what made it work.
Self-written, self-produced and self-recorded, Getdown Services' second album is more ambitious than their cult debut, Crisps, without losing what made it work.
Trevor Horn, the producer behind Grace Jones and Pet Shop Boys, helped Bloc Party turn Kele Okereke's breakup into fourteen songs in strict chronological order.
Aidan Moffat says the title Half-Told Tales sounds like a children's book until the final track. Arab Strap's ninth album closes on a list of facts about time.
Critics gave Kasabian's ninth album 80 out of 100. Fans landed closer to 62. The gap comes down to whether this still sounds like the same band.
Something Real is The Guest List's debut album. Here's how the Manchester band's eleven tracks hold up, track by track.
The cover of This Mirror Weighs a Ton is a chandelier made of CCTV cameras. Twenty-five years in, Interpol finally turn some of that scrutiny back on themselves.
Twelve years and four albums in, DMA's have never put their own name on a record. This one breaks that streak, right as they sign their first major global label deal.
Blaine Harrison kept a postcard of a Yoko Ono artwork by his front door for years. Mystery Jets' seventh album grew out of it, one room at a time.
Surrounded by the extraordinary setting of Greenwich’s Old Royal Naval College, Moby pays homage to UK culture – and demonstrates why, in many ways, he’s an underappreciated force.
The title track on Sunshine builds its groove out of keys that sound almost eight-bit, a small, odd choice inside Jungle's most straightforwardly summery song yet.
Opus Kink's debut took roughly eight years to finish. The cover looks like a crime scene; almost nothing inside sounds like it's mourning anything.
Citizen's last album is the one nobody much talks about. Halcyon Blues doesn't apologise for it, it just quietly proves the band remembers how to do everything else.
Man/Woman/Chainsaw spent four years playing to rooms that barely noticed. Their debut, produced by Margo Broom and Seth Evans, makes it very hard to ignore them now.
Overmono spent part of making Pure Devotion trying to break their own equipment. Tom and Ed Russell pushed two synthesizers and an effects...
Willow released The Thread five months after her last album. It's her eighth solo record and easily the least hurried-sounding of the two.
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Recorded quietly between France and Bristol with singer Mitch Sanders throughout, Different When It's Silent is Tricky's 15th album, and the one where he disappears into his own record on purpose.
Yard Act's teaser trailer showed their famous old Rover going up in flames. Their third album, recorded live together as a full band for the first time, sounds like the aftermath.
The first song The Temper Trap wrote when they reunited was 'Kuru' - the closing track on Sungazer, not the first. Eight years after burnout ended their run, it's the sound of a band that finally learned patience.
Jack White's Frozen Charlotte reviewed: how Victorian folklore and a road-tested touring band built his most focused solo record since the White Stripes.
Onstage executions, suicide vests, a new verse in 'Mama' and Gerard Way crawling into a corpse outline: My Chemical Romance's Black Parade show at Anfield Stadium was everything it needed to be.
Clari Freeman-Taylor and Saya Barbaglia met at classical music summer camps when they were fourteen, and both play cello and viola alongside their...
Self-produced and built around a remarkable cast of collaborators including Adrian Utley, Tom Skinner and Shahzad Ismaily, The Ground Above is Beth Orton's most physically present and most emotionally direct record. The opener sets a bar the rest nearly clears.
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Flamenco, Motown, Scott Walker vibraphone and a whistling solo: Castle Park is Graham Coxon doing exactly what he wants with no audience in mind. It sounds like it, in the best possible way.
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Morse code, unmarked VHS tapes, and thirteen years of near-total silence. Inferno is Boards of Canada's most direct and most menacing record, a 70-minute occult document that ends on a human heartbeat and lands harder than anything they've made since Geogaddi. Worth every year of the wait.
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Total creative control, 25 tracks, and a rollout designed to antagonise the press. Experimental Rap is JPEGMafia at his most unfiltered and his most uneven. When it works, nobody else sounds like it. When it doesn't, it's a long way down.
Made during the worst depression of his life and released under his own name for the first time, Blue Morpho is Ed O'Brien's most personal and most fully realised solo record. Paul Epworth produces. Shabaka Hutchings plays flute. The closer alone is worth the price of entry.