This collection of tracks are uncluttered, stripped back and minimalistic in approach, resulting in a concise and purposeful twenty- five minutes.
They've said it's the last we'll hear from them. But then, they are Liars.
Repeated spins reveal its tricked-out geekery, with moments of harsh distortion or woozy keys both charming in equal measure.
The composition on Titanic Rising rivals even the most ambitious and cerebral of today’s songwriters, but in a way that never seems impressive for the sake of being impressive.
Danny Wright gathered Tara Joshi and Eki Igbinoba to discuss surely one of the finest records of the year.
Does a new Flaming Lips album still fill you with excitement? Simone: I love the Flips live, I love looking around and seeing the faces...
"It's just nice to have music out and be a band again...though you’re always a little unsure if people will still care."
There are sexy saxophones slithering in and out of ‘Mr Sun’, nods to hazy summertime afternoons with friends and an air of sophistication wrapped around the EP that’s extremely promising for such a new face on the scene.
On New Me, Same Us, the group pull in more acoustic instrumentation, without abandoning their intoxicating brand of alternative club-ready music.
"1988 is predominantly a beat project, perfect for lazy days and aspiring producers."
Double Denim // August 12th Emerging only two years ago to a plethora of positive criticism from the likes of Q, Pitchfork and NME following...
Though Butler’s clunky lyrics can get in the way and not every experiment works, it’s refreshing that a band in their position is willing to take these risks.
And if we have to wait another few decades for a follow up I’m going to start punching strangers in the street.
Another serene record from the wonderfully talented First Aid Kit, who are undoubtedly set to Stay Gold for many years to come
a return to form that thankfully buries the memory of the corny The Last DJ and the exhausted blues pastiche of Mojo to another era.
While Songs perhaps lacks the fluency of Deptford Goth's debut, it makes up for it in heart and joy
Ibeyi is as assured a first outing as you can imagine; it's real, eye-opening, refreshing and there's no doubt the young twins are a force to be reckoned with
Formed of oddly-angular soundscapes with more sharp edges and arid plains than you might expect from the usual post rock fare.
Unable to be the band they once were; they’re relevant, but not producing anything that’s going to become the next ‘Turncoat’ or ‘Press Corpse
DEATH MAGIC is more than just a kick of nostalgia - it's HEALTH evolving into an entirely different beast
Noctunes is intriguing enough in its off kilter lullabies to transport you through one listen if nothing more