His unpretentious sentimentality is as strong as ever, despite tackling the weighty topics of ageing, loneliness, solitude (which he points out is not the same thing on ‘Not Lonely’), and time.
With snarling vocals sitting somewhere between Mark E Smith and Joe Pasquale (yes, him), they already possess a uniqueness and self-assurance that’s envied by bands well beyond London.
Don't be deceived by the opening post-punk guitar work, this album is synth-heavy and psych-laden...
The gloriously off-kilter world of 2013's Amygdala is pressed into a more dancefloor-ready mould as Koze puts his hip hop and house roots back under the microscope.
There's certainly a broader remit throughout and the songs promise a breathless live show, but; and perhaps it's a consequence of this, it's the quieter moments that standout.
Japandroids have grown up, but it sounds like they ain't having half as much fun
You won’t have heard too much like this, but then again, it sounds exactly as you’d expect a collaboration between Connan Mockasin and Sam Eastwood to sound
Sure, Mangy Love may sound effortless but, to coin a line from ‘Medusa's Outhouse’, “if it's so easy, you try”
Blood Moon is cinematic from start to finish too, though just like the desert in which it was recorded, if it’s variety you’re after, you might not find it here
Just like the longest, laziest of summers, you’d be happy for Pink Gum to go on forever
Xtreme Now may sound utterly ridiculous, like a new age aerobic workout for the soul, but essentially it is a brilliant record
Each track on Grandfeathered is coated with seismic amounts of reverb, making this nu-gaze with the grandest of pretentions
An album with all the crowd pleasers apparently taken out, you have to put in a bit of effort to get the rewards
While you probably need to be a jazz aficionado to identity many of the influences churned up in Floating Points’ cogs, you don’t have to be to enjoy the end product.
Esther Joy Lane’s music is sincere and effortless, and could be the next significant Oxford export
A break-neck, post-modern venture down the aisles of garage, surf and post punk, it sounds like a secretly recorded surf album by Devo.
The latest solo offering from Dirty Projector/Slasher Flick member Angel Deradoorian is an album of somnambulistic grooves
Into, the second album from Vinyl Williams, sees this musical auteur guide us lysergically through an expansive, Grand Canyon of an album
Where Surfer Blood once jumped in feet-first, they now tentatively tread, dropping those killer hooks and re-imagined surf solos for more ambling and pensive musical excursions
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