Pete Cashmore's new releases review
Cull of the hebdomad Robyn Who's That Girlfriend? (Island) Bloody blaze. Somebody's clearly non having a very trade good month. Robyn, the Swedish popstrel world Health Organization may just be the blondest person on the planet, is fed up to the gills with blokes expecting her to act a certain way. What if she doesn't want to, eh? "What if I'm non like her/I know there's no such girl/I rely I can't get the pressure!" she gasps, displaying quite un-Swedish levels of anguish. Meanwhile, the Knife essay still another tapestry of pristine, shimmering electronic funk for Robyn to vent her woes upon, and the resultant role is at least as 1 as the Sugababes' Round Beat. Robyn, accept a sauna and unlax; we love you simply the elbow room you are.
Cut Written matter Lights & Medicine (Island)When 2008 is over and everything has been tallied and recorded, we will count back fondly on it as the year in which our alternative types realised that the dancefloor is not something to be afraid of and that, in fact, dancefloors ar in reality kinda good. Art-punky sorts Cut Copy sure as shooting appear to get plant their possess little corner with this cover girl, swoony small-arm of authentic early 80s Newly House of York t. H. White electro, which could yet be betimes Newly Holy Order if the lyrics didn't err on the side of the cheesy. As ever so, though, we must remind ourselves that cheese is good. Love the cheese.Pete And The Pirates She Doesn't Belong To Me (Stolen) For the next basketball team weeks, assuming prison term off for good demeanour, Pete And The Pirates' Pete Cattermoul and Pete Hefferan lav enjoy the status of Joint To the highest degree Significant Indie Rock Pete Presently Not Residing At Her Majesty's Pleasure; which is, sadly, about the to the highest degree interesting claim you can buoy get for She Doesn't Belong To Me's decisively colourless jangle. They come from Version, which I can't help cerebration explains a bunch.Sharon Jones And The Dap-Kings 100 Years, C Nights (Daptone)It's soft to see why everybody bangs on about Sharon John Paul Jones and her honking, tooting Dap-Kings as if they ar the very biggest bollocks up of the real finest weenie. For the dilettante, they exemplify the hazard to feel like you're "into casimir Funk" without real doing the homework that true immersion in funk requires. For certain, everything is represent and correct - horns that blare, saxophones that toot, drums that scamper and slap - simply it altogether sounds so machine-assembled. There's no OOF! and no UGH! and it is in the OOF! and UGH! that true blue funk lies. The musical theater eq of a faked sexual climax.Marvin Superfriends EP (Nocarbon Records) In which Brixton's Marvin, world Health Organization is emphatically not Marvin The Martian any to a greater extent if any Nutcase Tunes lawyers take place to be reading, invites his friends Jammer, Skinnyman, Akira The Don and Example to festoon their lyrical jewels, or in the cause of the oafish Case, a distinct want therefrom, all over the choppy, skanking Superhero. Marvin may be super principally in his self-deprecation ("so norm I'm super-normal" indeed), simply he's a deceivingly deft producer. And clearly very popular likewise. Which is nice.
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