Christ almighty it’s getting harder and harder to remain a Kanye West fan. You have to put up with so goddamn much. And it’s not just you putting up with him, his presence is so pervasive that it’s the whole world and your mum that has to sit and listen to his various fucking stupid comments and form their own understandably negative opinion of him whether they've listened to any of his music or not.
As for the actual music on Lil Bub's debut? Well it straddles the thin line between hyper-twee chip-tune and Susuma Yokota style ambient minimalism, so it’s nothing particularly offensive or memorable, but you know… he didn’t write it. Because he’s a fucking cat.
The fact that EL VY covered 'She Drives Me Crazy' by Fine Young Cannibals during their first live show should tell you all you need to know about the collaboration between The National's Matt Berninger and Menomena/Ramona Fall's Brent Knopf...
Kurt Vile's b'lieve i'm goin down reminds you that, however hard things get, you're not on this journey alone and all you can do is suck it up and smile.
John Grant's third solo album Grey Tickles, Black Pressure will make you laugh and dance your ass off.
They are impossible to pigeonhole. Metal? Stoner rock? Heavy Blues? Nothing quite sums up these four men from Germantown, Maryland. One thing is for sure, nobody sounds like Clutch.
Chvrches new album Every Open Eye reviewed: you can keep two ears closed for this one.
I'm probably the wrong animal to be reviewing Run the Jewels' latest meowsterpiece. so I'm going to call the cat in.
Like one of those megamixes from the 90s, there’s a single amorphous rhythm driving through the entire length of Disclosure’s second album Caracal, while multiple personality-scrubbed voices come and go providing little distinction or variety.
This an incredibly addictive listen and a gorgeous journey through Busy Gangnes and Melissa Livaudais's extensive and very excellent 80s record collection.
