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 Lee Adcock

Ben Frost – A U R O R A (Bedroom Community/Mute | Create/Control)

Ben Frost – A U R O R A (Bedroom Community/Mute | Create/Control)

A U R O R A aims directly, through its monolithic construction, at blinding luminescent alchemy; not with benign heavenly beauty but through decimating magnetic force. This is no pristine vision of digital music, it is a filthy, uncivilized offering of interrupted future time where emergency flares illuminate ruined nightclubs and the faith of the […]

 Lee Adcock

SOTD #685 – Chimney Crow

SOTD #685 – Chimney Crow

I’d been plotting to write something for these guys – been hooked for months – but the ordinary hype-mode sounded stale (especially since you-know-who has been pussyfooting around with it lately). Then this idea struck me. Inspiration was drawn from this video. (Yes, I know. A full-blown album review is due. No worries. It’s a-comin’. […]

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BADBADNOTGOOD – III (Create/Control)

BADBADNOTGOOD – III (Create/Control)

Finally, time to be positive about somethin’ again. Scratch that. Time to be ECSTATIC. Since their debut in 2011, smashing Canadian trio BADBADNOTGOOD have been ripping up the back pages of jazz standards. “Fuck that shit,” said one of the boys at the end of BBNG when asked about John Coltrane’s “Giant Steps”. “I don’t […]

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Swans – To Be Kind (Young God)

Swans – To Be Kind (Young God)

To Be Kind is an album that refuses to die. It should, and it ought to, and humanity would be better off if it did, but alas the hulking mass of instruments assembled under Michael Gira’s beck and call stumble on and on, tripping over fibers of the time-space continuum as they do, and as […]

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Liars – Mess (Warp)

Liars – Mess (Warp)

TAKE MY PANTS OFF SMELL MY SOCKS USE MY SOCKS EAT MY FACE OFF Okie doke, boys. Picture the scene – it’s one of those dance clubs that you’d find when you look up “nightlife” in the dictionary. The ones in the movies that epitomize the corrupt and sleazy urbanites, with flashing neon crowded dance […]

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SOLIDARITY TIME – Word Up for Joanna Gruesome

SOLIDARITY TIME – Word Up for Joanna Gruesome

Today, kids, we are going to stand up and applaud. So Drowned in Sound interviewed Alanna McArdle lately. It’s an innocuous, friendly chat really, with ordinary journo-to-band questions about songwriting, live performances vs. recording, “the volatile state of guitar music” (which both interviewer and interviewee agreed was a load of BS), the huge corporate sham […]

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SOTD #684 – Pairs

SOTD #684 – Pairs

I’LL PAY THE STANDARD RATE So I posted that Cloud Nothings review. I’d been cracking away at it for a while, dissecting and inspecting and selecting, trying to figure out what’s missing. ‘Cos something’s missing. I know it ain’t the album of the year. If so, then rock and roll has clearly reached its expiration […]

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Cloud Nothings – Here and Nowhere Else (Carpark / Mom and Pop)

Cloud Nothings – Here and Nowhere Else (Carpark / Mom and Pop)

I thought / I would / be more / than this Let no one convince you this is the finest album of the year. “Wasted Days” dropped jaws back in 2012 – and, don’t doubt it, I was flabbergasted the first time I heard this nine-minute master class of the modern-day guitar solo. It’s dramatic. […]

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Sleaford Mods – Divide and Exit (Harbinger Sound)

Sleaford Mods – Divide and Exit (Harbinger Sound)

BEEP BOO BEE BOP BEE BEE BOO BEE BOP We interrupt this regularly scheduled broadcast to bring you an important message from Nottingham: FUCK OFF WORLD. “Tied up in Nottz – with a zed, you cunt” Over in the UK, you see, a tidal wave of beaming press is building behind the boisterous duo Sleaford […]

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Mac DeMarco – Salad Days (Captured Tracks)

Mac DeMarco – Salad Days (Captured Tracks)

Music on the American college radio waves lately tends to fall into three basic camps – garage rock revivalists (Perfect Pussy, Bleeding Rainbow, and I think that most unfortunately named Dry Heaves fall here, too); vague, endless beats (DJ so-and-so); and distracted abstract dreaminess (that’s you, Fear of Men). The good stuff slips between those […]