Beyoncé - Lemonade

Beyoncé returns with what is her most daring album to date. Lemonade was announced with minimal explanation, merely a screenshot of what later transpired to be the album cover and a mystery deal with HBO. The release of her visual album caused shockwaves throughout the internet. Coupled with the exclusivity of Lemonade only being accessible through Tidal before it was made available on iTunes, the hype was amplified, multiplied, exaggerated by a million so that within a matter of hours, the lemon emoji had already become the universal symbol for 'men watch out'.

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The strength of Lemonade comes from how explorative and diverse it is in terms of spanning genres. 'Daddy Lessons' is undeniably a very good country track, with Beyoncé's soulful voice weaving a wonderful story, melding and adapting to create the warbles of the mid-west. 'Pray You Catch Me' and 'Forward' were produced in collaboration with James Blake, giving Beyoncé an induction to the world of ambient, swirling indie pop. The layering of her voice in the former, then the spine-chilling harmonies of the latter, whirl around your headphones in a sad ecstasy, building up to a tragically beautiful cry. 'Don't Hurt Yourself', which features Jack White and an introductory drum beat that couldn't be anything but Jack White (see 'Freedom at 21' for further proof), is an incredibly, fabulously aggressive assertion of Beyoncé's independence as an artist, a woman, and as a wife. The hard rock works surprisingly well with her strained, desperate scream, forcing us to drop everything and listen. Not as if we wouldn't anyway. 

Lemonade is remarkable in how proudly it wears its collaborators on its sleeve. Beyoncé is now enough of an artist to be able to collaborate with big names and hold her own; these men (and they are all men) take the back seat, and Beyoncé steps into the spotlight. Aside from the great number of collaborators, Beyoncé pays tribute to her musical inspirations in a fantastic sampling and adaptation of Isaac Hayes' version of 'Walk On By' in her track with The Weeknd '6 Inch'. It creeps into the track, but then leads and directs its development, with B expertly navigating the swelling string climax. It's a triumph in music appreciation.

One of the many reasons that Lemonade has been causing a stir is the very overt references to Jay Z's suspected infidelity, and Beyoncé's boss ass bitch-ness in responding to this. 'Sorry' declares nonchalantly, "Middle fingers up, put them hands high/Wave it in his face, tell him boy bye". The hip-twirling, calypso-inspired 'Hold Up' throws in the defiant sting of "I don't wanna lose my pride but imma fuck me up a bitch". In 'Don't Hurt Yourself', Beyoncé spits out "who the fuck do you think I is?/You ain't married to no average bitch boy". One listen of Lemonade will turn you into the sassy, unapologetic and fabulous bitch you always wanted to be.

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Aside from the themes of infidelity and bad ass-ery, Lemonade carries with it a strong discourse on race relations in America, both past and present. I would quickly like to acknowledge my privilege, and say that it's tricky for me, a white middle class woman, to comment on the particular resonance this album has for black people all over the world. But, as I believe that music exists as a public thing to be appreciated by everyone, there is here only appreciation rather than judgement. The visuals for 'Forward' include images of Lesley McSpadden holding up a picture of her late son Mike Brown, the death that sparked the Black Lives Matter movement a year and a half ago. 'Freedom', Beyoncé's creation with Kendrick Lamar, is reminiscent of Django Unchained in its hints of 'Unchained' from the soundtrack. It perfectly blends explosive hip hop and incendiary rap to create a message of independence - both sexual and racial. In this way, the links between 'Freedom' and Django go beyond music: the video features Beyoncé singing gospel preacher-style to an audience of black women in white dresses, reminding us of the freedom slaves achieved through the power of religion and music. Any lyric from 'Formation' could be used to demonstrate this, but it's done particularly well by the lines "I like my baby heir with baby hair and afros/I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils"; they declare loud and proud a defiant pride in black appearances, a thorny topic at best given the current discourse on cultural appropriation and subjecting black women to white beauty standards in the media. Beyoncé inspires a pride in black culture and history that in a world where, politically, this is a shameful thing.

Lemonade is a total tour de force. It refuses to be silenced or spoken for; it is Beyoncé taking an entirely new direction, and all on her own terms. May she blaze trails for much much longer.

Rating: 9/10

Recommended tracks:

'Freedom'

'Pray You Catch Me'

'Don't Hurt Yourself'

Grimes - Art Angels

Grimes’ long-awaited new album is finally here. Claire Boucher delivers once more. Just looking at the album art, a terrifying illustration of an entrancing three-eyed girl crying tears of blood, this album will deliver just as much of a curve-ball as Visions did. The collaborations confirm this, with tracks that feature the RnB darling Janelle Monae and another one with Taiwanese rapper Aristophanes. Typically, it’s confusing, it’s eclectic, and it’s 100% Grimes.

Art Angel marks a definite shift in direction for the Canadian singer. Featuring everything from dramatically orchestral pieces (laughing without being normal sounds as if it’s been taken directly from a movie soundtrack) to the Graceland-inspired opening for Butterfly. One particularly surprising change is the sunshine and sugar-infused California; it’s how Grimes would sound if Simon Cowell produced her and she had her own brand of below-average perfume. It’s not the paradox that we expect with Grimes: predictably original. It’s electro pop, pure and unashamed.  It would be an alright song had anybody else done it, but for Grimes, it leaves you a little flat.

The whole album is far catchier than Visions; there are discernible verses and choruses, and you’re unwittingly drawn in so that before you know it, you’re on a tennis court in a Victorian wedding dress re-enacting the Flesh Without Blood video. Art Angel has an undeniable energy to it that bounds along from track to track like an excited puppy that bounds off in the park and drags you along on the lead. Realiti is a particularly stand-out track, with typically beautiful, dark, twisted and fantastical lyrics like ‘when we were young, we used to live so close to it/And we were scared that you were beautiful/And when I peered over the edge and seen death, if we are always the same’. 

Seeming non-sequitors suddenly assume an utterly new meaning when put in the context of this brilliantly ascending track, climbing higher and higher. In spite of its name, it almost transcends reality.

It’s different, but brilliant. It’s pop-y, but perfect. It’s great, so it’s definitely Grimes.

Oh Wonder

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The London-based duo may have only just released their debut album, but they are pretty much pros in the music biz by this stage. Releasing one track every month for a year, Anthony West and Josephine Vander Gucht created a gradual hype that has built and built around them: a much-deserved hype that continues to grow, selling out shows in New York, Amsterdam and London even before the release of the album. That is, if nothing else, impressive for a rookie band from The Big Smoke.

With beats and synth reminiscent of Jungle, Oh Wonder pose a similarly difficult-to-pigeon-hole conundrum. The duo also employ the same tactic of double-tracking their vocals, both singing simultaneously. However, the contrast in timbre between the male and female voices allows far more room for experimentation, and they use this to their advantage. It stands out particularly well in simpler tracks like All We Do, adding variety and interest to an otherwise simply produced track.

Oh Wonder possess the handy knack of knowing how much is too much, and when to ease off. In Lose It, the introductory piano becomes the foundation on which they build the rest of the track, with layers drifting in and out as necessary; drums are built up and reduced throughout, synth becomes an ornament rather than a necessary part of the track, and the sparse bridge is the perfect lead-up to the chorus. It's everything a pop song needs to be: catchy, restrained and then loose in all the right places.

The lyrical content of the album is beautifully optimistic; take Landslide, for example. Once you brush aside the immediate Fleetwood Mac associations, you realise it's a rather lovely song of encouragement. Lyrics like 'I know your hope is heavy/But you'll get over it/You'll find another life to live' are supported and carried perfectly by the instrumental parts. The beat of Midnight Moon picks you up and takes you with it; the opening lyrics 'You with the wide eyes, don't lose your courage', along with the repeated last word, might be rather generic, but the crafting of the lyrics around the beat refreshes the old technique and draws you in.

To sum up Oh Wonder in three words: simplistic, minimalistic, and actually rather sweet. Oh Wonder definitely isn't a misnomer. If anything, it's an invitation.

Rating: 7/10

Recommended tracks:
Livewire
Without You
Technicolour Beat

The Maccabees - Marks To Prove It

After a dry spell of nearly 4 years, the Maccabees are finally back. Following their widely praised reappearance at Glastonbury, they are definitely, certainly, undeniably, back.

Marks To Prove It is a testament to what The Maccabees can do when they cut loose. The album was brought about after four years of creative stagnation, unsure of how to follow the ethereally layered Given To The Wild, and they've found the answer in unashamedly turning their backs from their previous work and embracing a more nocturnal, haunting quality that they've found.

It's a very self-contained album, kicking off with the rawness of the title track; every song, from the beautiful and heart-wrenching River Song to the unexpectedly tragic Something Like Happiness, ties and flows in to one another. The band relies on the stripped-back pianos in Spit It Out and Silence to provide a tenderness, although far from feeling worn or clichéd as a device, it adds the perfect amount of emotional sensitivity to the songs.

The album brings to light a darker, more thoughtful side of The Maccabees. Even the title of the song WW1 Portraits demonstrates a broadening of their material, which pays off. There's no pretending to be the nation's sweetheart band; there's a brutal candidness contained with the simplicity of the lyrics 'just so beautiful', repeated throughout the song and most notably at a point when you think the band are about to break down into their trademark guitar-heavy, high-flying vocals bridge, but which remains at the same volume level as singer Orlando Weeks' murmured intro.

Lead singer Orlando Weeks

The feel of the other tracks grounds the album in the band's native Elephant and Castle in its frankness: it doesn't pretend to be bubbly and upbeat, as Toothpaste Kisses was, because it isn't. Songs like Ribbon Road may, from the title, promise a certain amount of alliterative joy in the way it rolls of your tongue, but the rolling drums and darker, crunching chords undercut Weeks' soaring voice.

Yes, Marks To Prove It is absolutely nothing like Given To The Wild. Yes, it will be a disappointment to fans who were expecting it to be. No, this is not a bad thing. In fact, it couldn't be better.

Rating: 8/10

Recommended tracks:
River Song
Dawn Chorus
Spit It Out

Lianne La Havas - Blood

With her 2012 debut Is Your Love Big Enough?, Lianne La Havas took everyone by surprise, including herself; the titular track from her debut claims 'never thought it would happen/But I found myself in a secondhand guitar'. Ya know what, Lianne? We're so glad you did.

Where Is Your Love Big Enough? was a very raw portrayal of heartbreak, Blood displays a distance that shows how much La Havas has grown up. Wonderful and Good Goodbye are beautiful not only in their composition but their forgiveness and maturity. La Havas' voice transports the listener to a place that's built on the purest strain of each emotion, and when you arrive with her you can't help but cry at how beautiful and terrifying this place is. La Havas is far from your typical Identikit female singer-songwriter who plays guitar, and the sheer purity of her voice and lyrics is enough to prove this.

The trick to La Havas is that she doesn't dwell on one aspect for too long. Although she is undeniably brilliant at the more elegiac songs, she injects beautifully unexpected punches into her tracks that make her music so hard to pin down: the horns in Green & Gold that provides funk for the chorus and a floating melody for the bridge; Never Get Enough starts off as a typically acoustic guitar-driven song, with the unexpected feedback of an electric guitar kicking in for the chorus, shifting effortlessly between the two for the rest of the song; the reverb on 'turn' halfway through Grow; the entrancing intro of Unstoppable that shifts effortlessly to the wonderful pop song it is. Lianne La Havas is much more than a soul singer, but it doesn't do to pigeon-hole her. We'll only end up confused.

With many artists, there's a tendency to abandon completely what made them famous in the first place. With Blood, La Havas recognises that her guitar makes her special, and every song is carried in some way by this. Everything from Unstoppable, which expands to the size of a galaxy as it goes on, to Midnight, is upheld in some part by the familiar pangs of a guitar. Far from inhibiting the development of her songs, these two examples alone show how it merely provides a platform for La Havas to make dazzling leaps and bounds in development.

I don't think we even need to mention the sheer bedazzling power and range of her voice. She's astounding.

Lianne La Havas crept onto the scene in 2012. Blood boldly pushes the door open, proclaiming her presence.

Rating: 8/10

Recommended tracks:
Unstoppable
Green & Gold
Never Get Enough

Florence + the Machine - How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful

Coachella, Glastonbury, an incredible new album: 2015 is Florence Welch's year. She's moving effortlessly from height to height without even pausing to take a look around at the distance she's covered. It's impressive, scary, and oh so pleasing to watch.

Anyone who attended a school disco between the years of 2009 and 2011 will remember You've Got The Love blasting out at full volume at the end of the night to calm down all the crazy 14 year olds, high on too much coca cola and large amounts of over-enthusiastic dancing. When Welch released her debut, Lungs, there wasn't a critic out there who didn't consider the double-edged sword that such a masterpiece presented; 

it was a marvel of an album, but was problematic in terms of posing the question 'so where can she go from here?' Onwards and upwards, my friends.

The beauty of HBHBHB is that it switches seamlessly between huge, confusing, anthemic organised messes like Ship To Wreck, Queen of Peace and Mother, to quieter, more considered tracks like Various Storms and Saints, St Jude and Caught. It's an album of contrasts that exaggerate and reinforce their opposites, not forcefully or clumsily, but skilfully, as though Florence is weaving a bigger picture, encouraging us to step back and look at it instead of examining the details in the individual tracks. HBHBHB takes us back to a time when music was just as much about the experience of an album as the hit songs it contained.

Not only does it present to us a wider picture, but this picture is clearly deeply personal to its painter. Lyrically, HBHBHB is moving and considerate. What Kind of Man deplores a tempestuous love affair, presenting us with Florence's insight that seems to contain the wisdom of a kung fu master as she bitterly spits 'sometimes you're half in and then you're half out/But you never close the door'. The titular track explores the excitement of a new relationship, setting in our laps such a killer opening line as 'between a crucifix and the Hollywood sign, we decided to get hurt'. In bringing her own feelings and experiences to her songwriting, Florence creates a mysticism even deeper and esoteric than tales of self-sacrifice in Rabbit Heart, or demon lovers in Howl. 

Welch also seems to have grown apart from the hippy trippy persona she had been given by the media. Although she remains an ethereal being not worthy of our earthly praises, the instrumentation of her tracks has developed far beyond the odd harp and some heavy timpani. She utilises the brass section much more frequently, and even when she has the normal line-up of guitar, bass, piano, drums, she makes it work to her advantage. Take Delilah, for example. The multi-tracked vocals provide far more texture, where the strings and piano add atmosphere to the pounding drums. As the song builds and swirls, more and more instruments put in their tuppence worth to make Delilah one of the most beautiful and dance-inducing tracks on the album.

If there were doubts that Florence was up to headlining Glastonbury, this album surely proves that not only is she up to it, she surpasses all expectations. We bow before you, our ginger-haired queen.

Rating: 9/10

Recommended tracks:

Delilah

Mother

Ship To Wreck

The 2 Bears - The Night Is Young

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2 Bears have commanded a certain amount of attention for an underground DJ duo from London. Their second album, The Night Is Young, builds on the boisterous and brawling precedent set by their debut, Be Strong, and is enough of a throwback to the Detroit house scene to make you slap smiley face stickers on everything in sight.

The two bears in question, Raf Rundell and Joe Goddard, are not the most obvious choices for DJ aficionados. They're not super slick, MTV-ready like the majority of the DJs that dominate the charts nowadays. In fact, they're as normal and grounded as you could hope for someone in the music industry ever to be. They embody the spirit of everyone who's ever drunkenly thought that they could be the next Calvin Harris if they thought to put their mind to it, except they really are the next Calvin Harris (but better). Despite their evident expertise (Goddard formed Hot Chip with Alexis Taylor, and Rundell is a producer), they don't take themselves too seriously, and are careful to intersperse the very clean beats with snippets of their boyish humour. The chorus of See You is honestly just an excuse for them to mimic someone who has quite a funny voice. Guys after my own heart. It's this very relatable quality that makes them instantly appealing and quite endearing. You can't help but like them, especially once Rundell has commanded you to buy their album because 'my children need wine'.

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The 2 Bears are the masters of the quality electro-pop tune. First came Warm & Easy, mashing up every amazing holiday you've ever had and squashing it all into one song, and Bear Hug, the anti-sleazy club song. The Night Is Young gave the world Not This Time, a perfect mixture of angry Taylor Swift break up song, a soul vocals and the slickest production you've ever heard. Coupled with one of the most flamboyantly fabulous music videos I think I've ever seen (who knew it was possible to look that sexy whilst cleaning the oven), not only is it a stand-out track on the album, but it makes for one of the most satisfying shower songs. Trust.

Another astounding thing about any 2 Bears song is their ability to weave an apparently unrelated melody into a seemingly complete song; it's only after this section has passed that you realise the song couldn't ever really be complete without it. Without the ethereally dark section towards the end of My Queen, there wouldn't be that much to talk about. Not only does it add extra depth to the song, but the chance it allows for the vocals to move into a soulful, albeit slightly simplistic, tune, giving the lyrics a meaning that they would never have otherwise had.

There's something vaguely surprising about 2 Bears. It could be something to do with the scruffy appearance, or the unexpectedly, sweetly smooth voice that comes out of Rundell, but there's something about them that doesn't quite match up. Maybe it's just that nobody expected a house come-back to be this fucking good.

Rating: 9/10

Recommended Tracks:
Angel (Touch Me)
Get Out
Not This Time

Jungle - Jungle

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There's a certain simplicity that exists within Jungle's music which is, surprisingly, difficult to see; it's so full of so many different components, making the music swell and grow, that it very cleverly disguises the most integral part: the bass. The bass is constantly present. It may ebb and flow with the growth of the music, but ultimately, it's always there. It represents something so intrinsically dancey, so chilled, so smooth about Jungle that it's hard to resist the urge to get up and wave your limbs like a madman.

Everything that Jungle is about centres around dance. All of their videos are showcases of incredibly talented dancers, which just makes you want to die of shame when thinking about your particularly awful dad moves that you unadvisedly whipped out last Saturday night. None of their videos actually feature any of the band members, forcing you to appreciate Jungle for their music and not for their image, which is commendable in an industry obsessed with 'the look'. Most notable among their videos is Platoon, featuring an unbelievably talented six year old girl who could put anyone to shame. This simplistic style of filming suits Platoon in particular, because it forces you to really feel each beat of the well-timed vocals, guitar, and twinkly tambourine-y things, not simply passively listen to it. The way the girl starts putting on her armbands and beanie when the music builds up again reminds you that something impressive is coming. The visuals, rather than detract from the quality of the music (as often happens with elaborate, movie-style music videos) add to it in a brilliantly crafted way.

Busy Earnin' is one of their songs that particularly stands out as being something slightly spectacular among all of their slightly spectacular tracks. It allows you a bit of respite with the siren noises at the beginning before plunging straight into a heavy beat and an energising melody line. The layering is perfect in this song; the right bits drop out and come back in at exactly the right time to add emphasis to the best bits, and add decoration to the bits that need it most. The second verse becomes much more diversified, adding never-ending interest in unexpected places. By keeping you on your toes, Jungle manage to stay one step ahead of their listeners all the time. They know they're in control, and the flair with which they play exhibits this perfectly.

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Another one that grabs you by the ears, spins you round and drops you off at the other end of the planet is Time. There's just something so fascinating about it; how can something with such a comparatively sparse drum beat be so compelling? The truth is that the sparsity of the drum beat allows you to locate the rhythm a lot more easily, and leaves space for other instruments to create grooves over the top of it without letting the focus be taken off the main beat. It's a genius tactic, really, and it lends itself perfectly to the breakdown, where all that's left is clicking, unidentifiable synth sounds and the vocals. The contrast is just a little bit beautiful.

Jungle have slightly crept onto the scene with a highly acclaimed, self-titled debut album. Music journalists are often very keen to draw comparisons between contemporaries ("any female with a guitar is the new Laura Marling!!", "any band vaguely originating from the North who play rock are the new Arctic Monkeys!!!") but that sort of ego-grooming really isn't possible with Jungle. They're fantastic in their own right, and although they're obviously influenced by a huge mix of people, they've chewed them up and spit out something definitively original. It's something so admirable in this day and age that it's hard not to love them for it.

Rating: 8/10

Recommended Tracks:
Lucky I Got What I Want
Drops
The Heat

The Black Keys - Turn Blue

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The Black Keys, the one and only dynamic due of awesomeness, are back. Their latest album Turn Blue landed today, with the run up being a couple of singles and a whole lot of hype. The pair played on Jools Holland, David Letterman and Zane Lowe a few days before the release of Turn Blue, and NME have been fangirling over it for at least a month, leaving the rest of the human race, fed only on tidbits, to wait with baited breath for more. There's no doubt that it's incredibly different to anything they've ever done before, but the brilliant thing about The Black Keys is that they retain the essence of Black Keys-ness, no matter what they do with their music. If you trace their albums from the heavy blues rock of The Big Come Up all the way to the catchy riffs of 2011's El Camino, they've undeniably made giant steps; however, there's definitely a connecting thread through all of their music: the defiance to not do things the way they're expected to. It's something that's so intrinsically attractive about their music, and it's what's gained them several million fans worldwide.

Every music journalist who got their hands on a press copy of the CD has been raving about how "daring" Weight of Love, the first track on the album, is. Sure, it's daring only in that it's the longest song they've ever done (clocking in at 6.50) but apart from that, it feels like an utterly natural start to the album. Time passes without you noticing, because everything is just so well timed so as to create a seamless transition from one section into another. At it's core, though, the epic guitar solos and blues allusions are full of anguish and pain. Considering that the album was written when guitarist and vocalist Dan Auerbach was going through an apparently quite messy and public divorce, this isn't very surprising. There's so much behind that fuzzy guitar solo at the beginning that us as mere listeners can't even begin to access until you see the passion with which they perform live. That's when a whole other dimension is added on to their music, and my suspicion is that they will most certainly not disappoint with respect to Turn Blue.

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Where El Camino was daring in its dive into the world of commercially viable and universally accessible music, Turn Blue is daring in its exploration of those individual and fleeting touches that instantly make a song miles better. Take Bullet In the Brain. The deep "waaaah" (for want of a better description) of the post-chorus section is transporting, and the hint of synthesiser during the second verse is just genius. Just for that, it's one of my favourite songs on the album, because these touches exhibit the musical awareness of The Black Keys and Danger Mouse (the producer who's worked with them since their album Attack & Release) both as listeners and artists, that allows them to make the songs intensely interesting, not just good sing-along material. The same is true for 10 Lovers, which gets the balance between introducing new elements and maintaining the old Black Keys feel just right. It's also a skill that Auerbach can make heartbreak (and lyrics like "when I hear them use your name/I get all choked up inside") seem like the sexiest and most manly emotion on earth.

I would very much like to talk about It's Up To You Now. Very very much. There's not much to say except this: it's a fucking tune and why are more people not enthusing about it. This is where Patrick Carney's skills as a drummer are exhibited, not through technical brilliance, but in instinctively knowing what kind of beat will make people want to dance. The shift from the heavily driven first section into the insistent second section and then back again is unexpected and beautiful. This song has achieved what every song wishes it could achieve: when it finishes, the listener is left gasping for more and wishing it was longer. That, my friends, is the mark of what those in the know call a tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuune.

I had a very strange experience going from the piano-led In Our Prime to Gotta Get Away. Bearing in mind that In Our Prime is one of the few Keys songs that places such a big emphasis on the piano (and is thus by implication the most soulful and meaningful of the lot, naturally yah) it's quite a shock to suddenly go from that to Gotta Get Away, which I thought was a Rolling Stones song coming up on shuffle on my iPod. Auerbach seems to be channeling his inner Jagger (don't pretend you don't have one) with this one, especially with the opening guitar solo, a sound so typical of a lot of the songs on Exile On Main Street. It's a good old 60s influenced toe-tapper (excuse the word, I instantly feel 40 years older for having used it) that aims to please. More please.

At the end of this, I really don't know what to say. Turn Blue is an album that wears the band's experiences on its sleeve, and is consequently dripping with heart ache and deep, irreparable pain. Through this, they've kept in line with their general tendency to top whatever the previous album was by about a million. Despite the album's individuality, I can't help but hear Iggy Pop's Turn Blue whenever I see the title, no matter how hard I try. The struggles of the musically cultured *sigh*. Still, the contents itself couldn't be anything but Black Keys. Thank the lord.

Rating: 9/10

Recommended Tracks:
10 Lovers
It's Up To You Now
Weight of Love

Wild Beasts - Live at the O2 Academy Brixton

Given the hugely positive reception for Wild Beasts' fourth album, Present Tense, the bar was set high for the level of last Tuesday's performance. Present Tense made it onto NME's list of the best albums of 2014 so far, and it's been highly praised by all who've heard it. It's just praise indeed, but it takes a while to warm up to Present Tense, just because it's such a big step away from 2011's Smother. Anyone who claims to be a Wild Beasts aficionado (and there aren't many, but those who do are truly dedicated) will tell you that the shift isn't obvious, but more of a subtle move away from the insistent and yet artistic vulgarity of songs like Plaything. It's intelligent without being inaccessible; there are songs about sex that are less about fulfilling an animal desire and more about fulfilling an emotional deficit. In short, Wild Beasts have grown up. They'd probably resent that description quite a lot.

Psychedelic light show

With East India Youth supporting, and with the O2 Academy Brixton as the host for the festivities, it looks set to be an evening of intelligent music and heavy bass. For a one-man band, East India Youth's William Doyle is surprisingly captivating and bad-dance-moves inducing. Everything is achieved with his MacBook and a synth, all wired-up to amplify the noise by a billion. His sufficiently awkward refusal to make eye contact or interact with the audience made his absorbed and passionate performance even more interesting. A "hello" would've been nice, though.

When Wild Beasts come on, it's clear that all their hard graft to achieve some sort of notoriety has paid off; the screams are incessant throughout their set. They kick off with the beautiful Mecca, from their new album, which starts off in a languidly passionate way, giving them plenty of scope for the rest of the evening.

Some bands, when they've just released a new album, prefer to play that album from start to finish, maybe giving the audience a cover, or the staple old song that gets wheeled out at every gig they do. Not so with Wild Beasts. They gave a nod to their past by putting songs like the wonderfully vibrant Devil's Crayon, from their first album, next to Daughters, a slightly disturbingly gorgeous song from their fourth. Far from being a bit strange, the contrast only demonstrates how far the band has comes from the Limbo, Panto days.

What makes Wild Beasts stand out from many other bands is that they in fact have two lead singers: Hayden Thorpe and Tom Fleming. Both men have distinctly different voices; Thorpe favours a higher range, tending more to use a falsetto, whereas Fleming's voice is gorgeously rich and smooth. It's the vocal equivalent of a chocolate fondue. In their live performances, it's fascinating to see how shared vocals work in practice. With songs like All The King's Men, Thorpe leaves Fleming to do his thing, but in Reach A Bit Further, the two voices mix and complement each other perfectly. On the album, it's wonderful. Live, it's phenomenally phantasmagorical. Alliteration intended.

Wild Beasts

The band members themselves clearly adore what they do. Their performance is full of enthusiastic headbanging, arm-moving, piano-bashing, and, in Thorpe's case, a new method of wide-legged dancing whilst playing the bass. These guys ain't nothing if not inventive.

Wanderlust, the leading track from the new album, isn't revealed until the encore, but it gets everyone screaming "don't confuse me with someone who gives a fuck" with visible glee. The night ends on the epic End Come Too Soon, sending the crowd into hysterics when everything dies down in the middle. It provides the perfect farewell to what really couldn't have been a better performance.

All that show did was prove to me how undeserving Wild Beasts are of being called "pop". It's far too small a bracket for the wide-ranging styles and lyrics that they encompass across their four albums. Their songs are too good to be overexposed with too much airplay. Their albums deserve to be picked up and discovered quietly, and then listened to with awe and wonder. Reader, I call upon ye to love Wild Beasts, and aid me in my quest to love them quietly. I find that too much screaming and shouting only drowns out the music.

East India Youth - Total Strife Forever

William Doyle, or the one-man electronic act East India Youth, is a London-based artist who literally seems to have quietly inundated the music world with his entrancing and mesmerising songs. His debut album was released mid-January without much noise-making or pan-bashing, but those in the know have heralded it as a definite jewel.

His clever use of harmonies combined with a driving drum beat (and, in the case of Looking For Someone, sleigh bells) make his songs not too hardcore indie electronica, but just on the verge of being edgy without being white noise. The rate of change in each of the songs is chilled, relaxed, as though Doyle's ambling along Brick Lane of a Saturday afternoon. His songs seem to wear the same flowery shirts and mop of hair that he does.

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Heaven, How Long is a particularly stand-out track, the opening of which makes it slightly cinematic, even orchestral. It's one example of how simple nuances, like the gradual shifting from soft to hard synth, creates the difference between something that's boring and something that's interesting as fuck. The soft blow of synth about two minutes in, to the lyrics "I scrape my head against the grey sky", lets us feel as though we're nearing a goal, we're getting out of the everyday synthesiser music that we're used to into something with a twist. As ever, the shift between this in the song is unassuming and modest, simply dropping the drums and adding some more harmonies recorded in Doyle's kinda nerdy, nasal voice. The changes are so minimal that they're almost undetectable until a minute later. Whatever it is he does on that computer of his, it's bloody working.

Everything is very clever with East India Youth. Even the name harks back to the East India Trading Company, made defunct in 1874; it adds him to the haul of Bright Young Things dominating the music industry, all of whom are very intellectually aware. For Doyle, it pays off. The subtlety and trickiness of his music is intensified as a result, which paradoxically makes it easier to access. He's not so overtly hipster as to be repelling, but the touch is just gentle enough to intrigue you. My advice? Let it.


Rating: 7/10

Recommended Tracks:
Dripping Down
Looking For Someone
Glitter Recession

London Grammar - If You Wait

Usually when the music world finds a band that they deem to be the "next big thing", there's a relative amount of hype surrounding the release of their debut record. Not so with London Grammar, a British trio who recently released their first album If You Wait after just one EP released in February 2013.

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It's slightly baffling to see how London Grammar, a fledgling band, have managed to leap from relative anonymity to reaching Number 2 on UK and Australian charts. It's no mean feat. Part of the success is down to the stripped-back instrumental backing, meaning they have a slightly ambiguous style, thus allowing them to appeal to any music fan. It does also mean, however, that they don't ever really allow the songs to grow at any point, and they remain on the same level for a lot of the time.

It's due to the problem that, like quite a few emerging artists who are scared of doing anything to jeopardise commercial success, they are too unsure of themselves and their sound, so they stick to what they know and are comfortable doing. It means that they never properly allow the songs to move anywhere else, anywhere different or surprising. As an emerging artist, it's their right to show off with what they can do. London Grammar seem too focused on catching the public eye to reveal the true extent of their talents. In their single Wasting My Young Years, vocalist Hannah Read sings beautiful, moving lyrics about her ex-boyfriend in a beautifully moving way, and the chorus builds up momentum gradually, although it then dies back down again straight afterwards, reverting to what it was before. Daughter, who have a similar style to London Grammar, manage to do both introspective and demonstrative at the same time, so it's not a question of whether or not it can be done. It's a question of whether or not they can do it.

That said, they are quietly insistent in their music, which is mainly due to Read's extraordinary talent as a vocalist. Her voice soars above the rest of the songs and really makes them complete. Nightcall is a very good example of this; it seems as though the rest of the band are there to provide a backdrop to Read's centre piece. Although it is a brilliant song, the lack of growth in the piano and guitar means that the song can't ever reach its full potential.

There's no denying that the basic structure of the songs and the band is good. But they're lacking in something other than their vocals to make them stand out. They need to flesh out other areas of the band in order to make them, not just good, but very good indeed.

Rating: 5-6

Recommended Tracks:
Nightcall
Hey Now
Strong

Fidlar

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Fidlar, or for those in the know "fuck it dog, life's a risk", are the type of band that could not suit their name more perfectly if they tried. They just exude the sort of "look at the number of fucks I could not and would never give" vibe in every song they produce. It's all very skater dude, badass, fun in the sun. Their self-titled debut album almost smells like a dingy garage that's recently been made into a hotbox.

It has to be, then, a testimony to their determination that despite their chilled attitude, there is absolutely no lapse in the energy of the album; every song is charged to the max with an
almost pre-adolescent level of testosterone. It is absolutely perfect headbanging material. Each song is structured cleverly so that you get a small break inbetween the relentless charges of guitar riffs - the large amount of guitar feedback at the end of each song allows for a bit of a breather before the beginning of the next song, when I can guarantee you'll be dancing like a fool.

The lyrical content is generally a defense of their right to be free Stoked And Broke ("I just wanna get really high, smoke weed until I die. I don't ever want to get a job. I fucked up, hey, nothing's wrong"), No Waves ("I feel, feel like a cokehead, I feel, feel like I can't get drunk no more") and Cheap Beer (the chorus is simply "I DRINK CHEAP BEER SO WHAT FUCK YOU". Need I say more.) That's what Fidlar are all about, though: the traditional, simple sex and drugs and rock and roll (mainly drugs with a bit of alcohol thrown in for good measure); it's suitably fitting that their lyrics aren't overly complicated or unnecessarily poetic. How much poetry can you realistically make out of smoking weed?

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What I really love about Fidlar, though, is their music. That is going to sound incredibly obvious and a little bit stupid, but let me explain myself further. Their riffs are really, really good. The drum parts are really, really good. Everything about the music is really, really good. It's not as though the music is particularly original or outstandingly game-changing, but there's something about it that's quite vibrant in the way that they piece the music together. The shrieks in Cheap Beer, for example, suit it perfectly, and Whore feels complete with its two verses and a bridge on repeat. They've got just the right amount of whatever it is that makes their music rebellious enough to be cool, but have held back just as it tips over into the verge of extreme. Balance is certainly everything.

On first sight, Fidlar appear to be reckless pothead skaters who exude the sort of fuck-it vibe you could only dream of. That's what they are. There are no hidden meanings or secrets to Fidlar. What you see is what you get. Sort of refreshing in a way.

Rating: 7/10

Recommended Tracks:
No Waves
5 to 9
Blackout Stout

Arctic Monkeys - AM

Arctic Monkeys broke radio history when their fifth studio album, following the pattern of the previous four, went straight to No 1 on the UK album charts, making them the first band to have all albums reach No 1 immediately. I think this must say something about the album itself. It does. It's fucking brilliant.

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The band have undergone a rather dramatic change of style over their 11 year career. They've gone from mod-y punk to QOTSA-esque dark, heavy rock, to this. An apparently hip hop-influenced album with an essence of seventies rock around it, AM wears its influences very obviously on its sleeve. It's all the better for it, it means you can trace the development of Arctic Monkeys, and even get inside their head by guessing what they were listening to whilst writing the album. At least that's how I imagine it.

Some of the songs are so different that it's hard to see how they fit onto the same album. For example, Mad Sounds has a very Lou Reed-esque sound to it, as though Alex Turner has listened to the entirety of Transformer and just summed it up in a singular song. It's about songs that make you love music, and it achieves exactly what it describes; it's not particularly technically difficult in any way, but the sheer brilliant timing of "then out of nowhere, somebody comes and hits you with an ooh la la la..." It could not describe any more perfectly the ability of certain songs to comfort you or cheer you up when you most need it. You can just picture Turner sitting in the corner of a room with some headphones on, listening to his favourite songs and having the time of his life. We've all been there, Alex.

The album contains some brilliant singles. I don't think I could forgive myself if I wrote a review of AM and didn't mention Do I Wanna Know? as it would be a heinous crime indeed. Fuelled by a riff penned by Jamie Cook, the song feels as though it could go on forever, and as a listener, it's all you want it to do. Suffice to say, it's a little bit bloody brilliant. Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? has pretty much every female up and down the country screaming "YOU CAN CALL ME ANYTIME ALEX". Notice I'm not excepting myself in this description. R U Mine? pretty much has the same effect; it's very similar to Do I Wanna Know? in it's driven by a brilliant riff, but eases off into a relatively chilled chorus. Snap Out Of It is your typical rock single that has an amazing beat, a catchy chorus, and a great melody. If you haven't pretended that Mr Turner isn't singing this to or about you, then you're lying.

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That said, the softer side of Arctic Monkeys peeks through on occasion. No. 1 Party Anthem slightly draws on the figure portrayed in You Probably Couldn't See For The Lights... - the "certified mind blower" to whom you can't quite muster up the courage to speak. Apparently it's based on a real person (ooh, cheeky Alex) and the genuine emotions are brought to the forefront in this song; it's not written about a caricature or a stereotype, it's based on a real experience, allowing the song to reach a different level of emotional intelligence. I Wanna Be Yours has lyrics taken from a John Cooper Clarke song, written in around 1983. The extreme British banality of the lyrics (for example, "I wanna be your vacuum cleaner... I wanna be your leccy meter") only make it all the more romantic; the translation from the commonplace to the tender is given by the next line, detailing what Clarke would be able to do for the object of these desires. "I wanna be your setting lotion, hold your hair in deep devotion, at least as deep as the Pacific ocean" suddenly becomes poetry, because it perfectly describes every girl's dream without the need for poetic language.

There are some typical Turner lyrical gems in there, as well, showing he hasn't lost his flair in the slightest. Arabella: "I helter skelter round her little finger and I ride it endlessly". Do I Wanna Know?: "I've been wondering if you're heart's still open and if so I want to know what time it shuts". One For The Road: "from the bottom of your heart, a relegation zone". I could go on for a very long time. Like somebody once said of David Bowie, Turner writes the cosmos in the bus stop.

I don't quite know how to finish this. It's amazing and I love it. Perhaps I ought to leave it there, because I could go on for an inhuman amount of time about this album. It's a fucking good 'un.

Rating: 10/10 (note: if you're an Arctics purist, you will most definitely disagree with this)

Recommended Tracks:
Mad Sounds
Arabella
Do I Wanna Know?

Born Ruffians - Birthmarks

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The Toronto group are almost notorious for making their fans wait for their next album. Forming in 2002, it was then 4 years before their self-titled EP was released, another 2 before their debut album Red Yellow & Blue was released. This time, a 3 year gap has elapsed between 2010's Say It and this year's Birthmarks.

This time, they've moved on from their traditionally indie rock sound to a more considered sort of a sound. They're clearly playing around with their sound, fooling about with drum machines, vocal effects and distortion on Rage Flows. However, they still manage to maintain that intrinsically raw sound of their previous two albums; the plain lament of Needle's "I belong to no one" reminds one of the plaintive "oohs" that start off Little Garçon. Perhaps it's the minimal backing at the beginning and the voice of Luke LaLonde that manage to remind me of Fleet Foxes whilst I'm listening to it. Maybe that's just me. Needle is that type of song that every album needs to have. It's got the catchy chorus that anyone can pick up within 2 (minimum) listens; it's got the anthemic "A WAY" repeated several times for good measure; it's got the echoey, stadium-like backing vocals to emphasise the fact that you should and will like this song. It's got all of that and more; it's a pop song with an indie twist.

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Ocean's Deep is another one of those songs; one that offers a "deep" message put to a catchy pop tune. That wasn't meant to be sarcastic or sceptical, although it's been so overdone that it's hard not to be when you first listen to the song. As you keep pressing the replay button, though, the story portrayed in the song becomes more apparent (LaLonde's voice requires straining ears to decipher his lyrics). One particular lyric that stands out is "when she goes, she hopes you'll meet a woman who will fill those holes that she shot straight through you". It exemplifies the level of maturity that Born Ruffians have reached in their songwriting and lyricism. They've become much more direct in their style, not beating around the bush; they no longer need the minute-long intros to define them, as their songs are now able to speak for themselves.

In this, their third studio album, it's clear to see how Born Ruffians have refined and perfected their style, whilst delving into new areas altogether and still managing to sound like Born Ruffians. All of the songs seem to be uplifting and upbeat, and, whether it's the lyrics or the melody that achieve this, it's bloody working. I'm grinning like a fool at the computer screen and I'm being given funny looks. Fuck it, Born Ruffians make me feel warm and fuzzy inside, what you gonna do about it?

Rating: 7/10

Recommended Tracks:
Ocean's Deep
Needle
Golden Promises

Swim Deep - Where The Heaven Are We?

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And so it arrives. The new album from Brummie lads Swim Deep is finally here. Having built up an impressive fan base largely comprised of dreamy females either in the throes of adolescence or in their 20s - I by no means except myself from this crowd - Swim Deep come from humble beginnings; lead singer Austin Williams and guitarist Tom Higgins met stacking shelves in Morrisons'. Perhaps that's why their album is so full of wistful riffs and escapism.

For Swim Deep, it's all about escapism. Their name itself evokes fantastic imagery of beautiful underwater scenes and, to some extent, their music certainly lives up to that. Each and every track contains some hint of wishing for a better life. In Honey, it's "don't just dream in your sleep, it's just lazy". In King City, it's "fuck your romance, I want to pretend that Jenny Lee Lindberg is my girlfriend". In Colour Your Ways, it's "life ain't beige so colour your days and see it in the right light". It's got the catchy tunes, the hazy images and the wistful romance needed to make for the perfect summer album.

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Many of the old favourites, like King City, are still just as brilliant in their composition. However, Swim Deep seem like good-time guys, they're all about having fun. On touring with Spector and Two Door Cinema Club, they say it was "just touring with your best friends for 30 days. It was insane" - hence the fantastically dreamy outlook of the album. You do get the feeling, though, that if they'd spent a bit more time on a few of the songs, the album wouldn't just be good, it would be incredible. That's the only criticism I have to make of this album; it's a little frustrating, as there is huge potential for many songs. Soul Trippin', for example, has the beginnings of a brilliant ballad, but if they'd only tweaked little bits here and there, it could have become an amazing one. As a listener, there are points in the album where you wait for the songs to take off and they just don't.

That said, each song has its own merit, whether it's the wonderful lyrics that urge you to make something of yourself (Colour Your Ways, The Sea and Stray come to mind) or the fantastic bass or guitar riff. I adore Swim Deep, and I am incredibly proud of their debut album. I can only hope that they'll continue on this upward trajectory with the next ones.

Rating: 7.5/10

Recommended Tracks:
Soul Trippin'
Make My Sun Shine
Intro

Vampire Weekend - Modern Vampires Of The City

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And so they return! With much rejoicing from my corner, because I love Vampire Weekend. No point in beating around the bush. This new album bears much more resemblance to Contra, featuring more pop-y sounds rather than their self-titled first album, which was more Paul Simon with a 2008 twist. However, there may be a resemblance to the last album, but this one is by no means along the same vein. It's much darker, much more introspective, as though they sat down having a good old bitch session about all the shit that happened to them in the three years since Contra was released. Whatever they did, it worked because this is genuinely their best album yet. It's gaining popularity, having debuted at Number 1 in the charts and sold 134,000 copies and counting. The proof is in the pudding.

The pace is much slower than their previous two albums, although they deliver the dancing goods in Diane Young. The official stream of the video before the album's release caused a fair amount of controversy; it pictured two burning 900-series Saabs as the infectious track played over the top of the visual - to anyone confused by this, the first lyric is "you torched a Saab like a pile of leaves". They received a huge amount of criticism from loving Saab owners; one Jalopnik article carried the headline "Vampire Weekend Are a Bunch of Dicks". All this for burning a couple of old, disused cars with, as frontman Ezra Koenig acknowledged in an interview with Spinner, "a lot of electrical problems".

The song, as a brilliant combination of rock and the pop melodies of previous tracks like Giving Up The Gun, is utterly deserving of the debate surrounding the ethics of its video. All good music should generate some sort of controversy, or you're doing something wrong. They experiment properly with vocal effects for the first time in the bridge, and the pitch fluctuations add that unmistakable Vampire Weekend touch. Not that it's their typical sound, but it exhibits their flair at exploring musical mediums and how to adapt them to their advantage.

The content of the songs has become much more thoughtful and grown-up, especially in the way that they approach their own material; a good example of this is Hudson. It references the recent economic crisis in Europe, saying "we watched the Germans play the Greeks". Their ability to make heavy topics such as these seem poetic and lyrical is a testament to their abilities. It's also the first song that they've ever written in a minor key. This in itself is a milestone, as it shows that Vampire Weekend aren't just there for the good times, they're there when you need a hug from Ezra Koenig's voice. Something we all need at one time or another.

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Modern Vampires Of The City seems to be a significant move away from their image as posh boys living in a bubble of privilege and Lacoste shirts. This is done in very subtle ways, such as mispronouncing "we worshipped you" to make it "we worshopped you" in Worship You. They open with a slightly slower song, Obvious Bicycle, contrasting the other albums which opened with catchier, dancier tunes like Mansard Roof and Horchata. As I said before, the pace is much slower, but the ebbs and flows of the different songs allows for a much more mature and thoughtful side of Vampire Weekend to come through. They've always been very intellectual in their approach to songs (one particularly good example is Oxford Comma) but here it's much more exposed, much more open. Ya Hey's biblical imagery and the failures of  America's capitalist attitude provides a bittersweet outlook on modern life.

Not only have Vampire Weekend themselves changed, but the music has changed with them. The use of a drum machine as well as a live drum kit makes Chris Tomson's drumming so much more interesting to listen to and adds texture and feel to the songs. The decision to bring in Ariel Rechtshaid as co-producer with band member Rotsam Batmanglij has benefited them hugely; the change has allowed Vampire Weekend to grow more as artists.

I can't sing their praises enough. This album is brilliant. They are brilliant. And if you don't think so after listening to this album, you don't deserve to own it.

Rating: 10/10

Recommended Tracks:
Unbelievers
Step
Everlasting Arms

Laura Marling - Once I Was An Eagle

This week, Laura Marling released her fourth studio album Once I Was An Eagle, featuring singles Where Can I Go? and Master Hunter. Marling started off, as apparently all great female singer songwriters do, by singing back up for Noah And The Whale on their first album Peaceful, The World Lays Me Down. She can be heard gleefully screeching out the chorus for 5 Years Time in a slightly mockney accent. She notoriously broke Charlie Fink's heart and then, at the tender age of 18, embarked on her first album Alas I Cannot Swim. Comparing those two albums, it's easy to see how much she's matured. Gone is the mockney accent and the blond hair cut into a bob. Now she's the established darling of the folk world, and she holds a place dear to the hearts of many people all over the world.

Comparing the vocals on Ghosts with those on Breathe, there is no doubt as to how much more skilled they've become. The gently quivering vibrato is constantly present throughout the album, making it distinctly Marling. The beauty of the long, extended "breathe" is undeniable.

The thing that really makes this album stand out among her other material is that it's not influenced solely by folk. In Little Love Caster, there is definitely a hint of flamenco to the simplistic guitar accompaniment, and the organ on Once could almost have been sampled from an early Sam Cooke or Curtis Mayfield recording. That's all they are though - influences. Laura Marling takes the little bits that she likes and twists them so that they become new again. Just one of her many talents.

At an epic 16 songs, Once I Was An Eagle is truly a testament to how far Laura Marling has come since the days of Charlie Fink. Granted, there was heartbreak both ways, but neither have seemingly been able to overcome it until their most recent albums. In When Where You Happy? (And How Long Has That Been) finally seems to have done it, asking "hey there, new friend across the sea, if you figure things out will you figure in me?" This plaintive request for love is made even more beautiful by the syrupy, low vocals. When she gets to the chorus, she seems to ask it of herself, not this new friend. Throughout the song she struggles through the expectations of her and the limitations these have placed upon her; particularly poignant is the lyric "my vote was never counted, so who upon this earth knows what it is I believe?"

The move to LA seems to have benefited Marling a great deal, especially in Master Hunter and Where Can I Go? The laid back attitude of the land of Hollywood seems to have seeped into her music, as these two songs are definitely much more relaxed than, for example, You Only Doll (Dora). On Master Hunter, Marling lapses into a lovely, lilting style of talk-singing at certain moments that hints at a watered-down Lou Reed.  Where Can I Go? is much more typical mid-west kind of folk, with typical lines such as "I was a daddy's girl sometime but I loved my mama til the end of the line", which harks back to songs like Salinas. The way that she makes her troubles seem so attractive by putting them to a catchy guitar line and adding a bit of tambourine is exactly what I love about her. The casual way that she throws in "it's no fucking life that I would choose" in Master Hunter, and "I feel like I'm better fucked than won" in Where Can I Go? only pleads her cause even further, because, horror of horrors, she can swear in a folk song. And make it work.

It's official: Laura Marling has actually done it. She's made an album that surpasses all else she's done. And for Laura Marling, that's a feat in itself.

Rating: 10/10

Recommended Tracks:
Too many to choose, but Once
Take The Night Off
Saved These Words

Daft Punk - Random Access Memories

I can't quite find the words to describe the oddity that is Daft Punk. They've had a career spanning over 16 years, their debut album Homework having been released in 1997. In the spirit of unpredictability, the two Parisian DJs Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo and Thomas Bangalter announced that they would be doing the soundtrack to Disney's Tron: Legacy. Undoubtedly, the duo's signature electronic sound perfectly fits the mould for the film, but for two pop stars to turn their hand to writing film scores is a turn of events that nobody could really have predicted. IndeShaft, but somehow Daft Punk don't seem to be the likely candidates to make the same kind of move. But that's exactly what makes them so refreshing.
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There's an element of mystery behind the two Frenchmen; in the more obvious sense, they're constantly in their robot gear and pictures of their faces on Google Images are hard to find. In a more musical sense, they keep their voices disguised by a copious amount of electronic effects, and many of the songs don't feature any vocals at all. Not only does it allow them to maintain a relative amount of anonymity, but it abides by Walt Disney's golden rule: "Always leave them wanting more."

By now, pretty much everyone has heard the unforgettable Get Lucky featuring Pharrell Williams. At 6:10 it's not your typical single; catchy, yes, but the length is not exactly radio friendly. Nile Rodgers, the man who produced David Bowie's Let's Dance and has played alongside musicians like Aretha Franklin and Chic, collaborated on Get Lucky to create its infectious guitar rift; this essentially makes the song.

It's incredible to see how skilled the two Daft Punk members really are, even with their robot hands on. The bassist (whoever he may be) is slightly awesome, and handles the funk-based riff with ease. The drummer sits at leisure at the drum kit, not really bothered by the antics of the rest of the band. Pharrell Williams doesn't have the strongest voice, but the low-key nature of the backing means he's not overpowered. It does have a slightly whiney quality when it gets to the higher pitched bridge, but it does lend something to the chorus.

One of the more stand-out tracks is Giorgio By Moroder. It's 10 minutes of an interview with Giovanni Giorgio Moroder, an Italian producer and musician who came to prominence in the late 1960s with his single Looky Looky. It's interesting to see the fascination he holds for Daft Punk, particualrly as he talks about the "sound of the future" being the synthesiser. The song is exemplar in the context of the album because the interview acts as the vocals, shaping the song and leading down into its different sections, and indeed, the sections become symbols for the message contained in that specific part of the interview. For example, the breakdown occurs just after Moroder talks about freeing ones mind of "harmonic and melodic progressions". The song is a sort of tribute to the man whom Nile Rogers claims invented dance music, and it's clear to see the iconic status he holds for Daft Punk.

It's the perfect summer album, timed perfectly to exacerbate the longing for summer of all the tired, bustling workers. Expect to hear Get Lucky at every house party you attend this summer.

Rating: 7/10

Recommended Tracks:
The Game Of Love
Lose Yourself To Dance
Contact

Daughter - If You Leave

In trying to find words to describe Daughter to my friends and interested parties, I start off with "imagine if Laura Marling joined The xx". The truth is, they're so much more than that. Yes, Elena Tonra's voice has the soft, intimate tone associated with Laura Marling et al, but it's the work of guitarist Igor Haefeli and drummer Remi Aguilella that set them apart from that cliche. Because frankly, just because Laura Marling is gorgeous and oh-so acoustic, it's just lazy to brand every artist that sounds vaguely like her as "THE NEXT LAURA!" More imagination, please.

There are so many subtleties and nuances to Daughter's music that it's hard to know where to begin. My favourite track on the album is definitely Youth, a heart wrenching song about the pain of losing a lover. It starts with a delicate guitar solo, and as Tonra's voice comes in with "shadows settle on the place that you left" my heart starts melting. Her voice is so ethereal and gentle that it just transports you to a whole different world, there and then. But the credit can't all go to Tonra; the talents of Haefeli and Aguilella can't go unnoticed. Neither the drums nor guitar are there to take centre stage and demand attention - it's very clear from the start that the music is very much about Elena (she wrote all of the lyrics) - but they do such a good job of building up the song around her that it feels so natural for the drums to be kicking in at "it was a flood that wrecked this home, and you caused it"; that certainly isn't a one-woman job. To forget the importance of Haefeli and Aguilella is to forget the entire essence of the album, which is a crime against Daughter.

Frontwoman Elena Tonra

The thing that struck me most about this album was the pain and heartache that ran through it, almost as a unifying theme. Still is the perfect example.The poignancy with which Tonra writes about heartbreak makes you sure that the album has been her way of dealing with it - and at that I just want to give her a massive hug and tuck her into bed with a hot water bottle, because she takes it all upon herself. Take Smother, or Tomorrow. In Smother, she berates herself for the end of the relationship, singing, almost angrily, "in the darkness I will meet my creators, and they will all agree that I'm a suffocator", as though she's still in the what-did-I-do-wrong phase. The music calms down towards the end, as she whispers balefully "oh no, I'm sorry if I smothered you". Tomorrow pleads "don't bring tomorrow, cos I already know I'll lose you". This fatalistic sixth sense Tonra has about the end of relationships is haunts every song on the CD, making it even more beautiful.

This album reaches an emotional level that I didn't even think was possible. Not only does it reach it, but it ascends it in the most elegant and gorgeous way possible.

Rating: 10/10

Recommended tracks:

Amsterdam

Shallows

Human