“edging his craft closer to the greats on which he grew with each chord progression.”
defies you “not to wholly embrace the warts-and-all thrills of primal rock.”
Our Red On Black digests the latest from “road-weary” Americana exponent Phosphorescent
No where near as good as “having Lux Interior covering the Shangri Las“ should be.
Epic yet peaceful post-rock in the vein of Hammock, Sigur Ros etc
Purling Hiss have gone for broke, trying to actually sell some records.
“riffing your way out of trouble is rarely the answer to any question.”
“Zanca plays make-do-and-mend glitch against retro house, bottomed-out synth against chop-shop R&B.”
“oddly concentrated passages of sultry ambience that frequently sound like clouds making love.”
Cave is now one of the great modern renaissance men.
Contains “two of the finest tracks likely to be heard this year”.
A “tellingly relevant” LP from the new Thurston Moore vehicle.
“The best record I have heard in a very, very, very long time.”
“a collection of square pegs unwilling to conform to round pigeonholes if ever there was one.”
“Lovers of (summery) 80s music may well be drawn under its spell, but I don’t think this album is going to set the world alight.”
“…album is so good that the predictably irrelevant Mercury Prize is bound to pass it over”