Just a couple of months ago, we spoke to Goldie Lookin Chain’s principle lyricist, Eggsy. How he kept quiet about new material, I’ll never know. But, going against his strategic silence, today sees the announcement of the collective’s twentieth LP, Fear of a Welsh Planet. Last year brought us a wealth of GLC to enjoy, from a Christmas album to a live recording of their compressed Legends of GLC show. Now they’re back, and it’s with some extra ambition.
This article ties in to a podcast I recorded with Sean Tillmann, available here.
Har Mar Superstar is the cipher through which Sean Tillmann expresses his art. Over nearly twenty years of activity, Tillmann has brought immense integrity to a constantly evolving catalogue. Nowhere is this more true than on his latest EP, Personal Boy. Taking all of his previous material and expanding on it naturally, Personal Boy is an exciting growth that works just as well on its own gargantuan merits. It consists of a mere three tracks (and a radio edit), though each is strong enough to outlive the brevity of the record as a whole.… [continue reading]
I first discovered BONZIE, an American musician whose talent betrays her age, purely by accident one evening. Since, I haven’t been able to stop listening to her oddly cathartic music; strong in the belief that I haven’t heard songwriting this refreshing in years. Her first record, Rift Into the Secret of Things, is a gorgeous trek through melodious brevity. While short, the potency of the material within leapt from my speakers with an understated purity. To be more accurate, the music of BONZIE laps against your eardrum with all the playful provocation of relentless waves.
Like soft ocean ripples, her songwriting brings with it a depth that sounds like it’s swirled the entire planet to reach the quiet beach you find it on.… [continue reading]
Among musicians, and music fans, pop music sometimes gets a bit of a bad rap. Personally, I’ve found the world of pop music across the decades to be a fascinating and enjoyable one. While I zoned out of the pop world for years, I could always rely on Gorillaz to fill that hole. From Clint Eastwood to Plastic Beach (The Fall doesn’t really count), Gorillaz have been a surefire hit-factory. Unfortunately, whenever they would come out with a fresh batch, they’d inevitably bugger back off again for a handful of years.
After sailing the underground for the better part of his life, Juiceboxxx still has an undying thirst to move ever onward. He’s made a name for himself with uniquely direct music, and a live show that lives up to it in spades. Each release sees him delving further and further into what the fuck it even means to be alive; sometimes with anger and confusion, others with an optimistic abandon.
This has helped him maintain a dedicated cult audience, who religiously follow his various interesting endeavours. His strong musical catalogue is just one arm of the Juiceboxxx world; a strange place encompassing energy drinks, radio shows, self-deprecating video-blogs and more.… [continue reading]
When The League of Gentlemen first ran on BBC Two, it was alienating to a lot of my fellow nine-year-olds. It was through pure virtue of my father’s high regard that its quotes sneakily entered my vocabulary. At that age, the horror mixed into the show by its creators was a lot more salient. It wasn’t an easy watch, but that’s exactly why its nightmarish characters made their way so carefully into my consciousness. However, its humour gave its terror a release valve. Oddly, even at that formative age, the accuracy of their characters to the England I knew was greater than that of anything else on television.… [continue reading]
I was a mere eleven years of age when Samurai Jack first premiered on Cartoon Network. Because of this, I can speak with first-hand clarity of its instant obvious quality. Even at that tender age it smashed out from the screen, leaving its peers far behind with an unbelievable strength of vision. That’s not even to denigrate the network’s surrounding programming, itself a rich buffet of well-crafted material. It’s just that Samurai Jack is so singular. In no way does it ever hand-hold its audience. Instead, each frame shines with its own beauty, leading us through a slow and quietly crafted narrative. … [continue reading]
At first I was going to make this piece an overview of trailers in their entirety, using two from this year as examples. Instead, it occurred to me that i’d simply be stealing an upcoming subject from fellow writer, Ben Mulholland. As such, I thought it more befitting of me to look in depth at the two examples. One staggeringly bad, another breathtakingly good, there are a lot of meaty tangents to go off on from both.
Trailers, on the whole, are mere promotional tools to rally the populous. … [continue reading]