Forget is an album full of surprises.
Xiu Xiu write songs about things that you’re not supposed to talk about. Self-loathing, weird sex and death are all woven into a plethora of different sounds and styles. From the bare-bones acoustic songs of Fag Patrol, to the “gay dance music” and neo-postpunk of Dear God I Hate Myself, Xiu Xiu are a band consistent in their inconsistency. Continue reading “Review: Xiu Xiu – Forget”
Killer Mike and El-P haven’t quite run their course yet
Christmas came right on time this year with the surprise release of Killer Mike and El-P’s Run the Jewels 3, the latest entry into the iconic duo’s discography. Back in 2012 when they released their first collaborative effort, Killer Mike’s R.A.P. Music, it was obvious that this was a match made in hip-hop heaven. El-P’s slick, high-octane production was the perfect complement to Killer Mike’s fiery southern delivery, and the duo has been pretty active under the Run the Jewels moniker since then. It’s clear to Killer Mike and El-P that they’ve pinned down a formula that just works. But that reliance on a safe formula is what ultimately cuts RTJ3 short of achieving greatness. Continue reading “Review: Run the Jewels – Run the Jewels 3”
The procreant urge of an alien world.
Ambient feels like an inaccurate term to refer to the work of Brian Eno. The genre has unfortunate connotations of mere passivity; a background noise to supplement something more substantial; conversation, study or work. It implies the unsavoury idea that music can be ancillary to something more robust, more practical. That is has a use value. Continue reading “Review: Brian Eno – Reflection”
Heavy distortion, psychedelia and rough-sounding electronic beats
It’s not easy being a Death Grips Fan. Ever since they’ve been in the public eye, the experimental hip-hop trio have had a rocky relationship with their listeners. Cancelled gigs, long-delayed albums and a later retracted announcement that the band was “over” have been just some of the products of their unconventional approach to, well – everything. Continue reading “Review: i.l.y’s – I’ve Always Been Good At True Love”