“Failed In London, Try Hongkong,” the old saying goes, and Blur do seem to have rediscovered their sense of purpose over East. Albarn is still in Gorillaz mode here, but he must be enjoying the simplicity and familiarity of being in a rock band with mates.
Driving, asymmetric shoegaze rawk, calling on the Melvins in a good mood and Swervedriver in a pissy one. A little repetitive, but listenable and rhythmically cool. Pancakes!
Virtuoso rockabilly. I just can’t get over the fact that these guys are Swedish yet they’re pounding out tunes that would have the locals dancing on tables in Texas. Brilliant.
Visual-kei pop-metal with disturbingly violent leanings performed with the precision of a scientific instrument. Theatrical to a Bohemian, rhapsodic extent. Viewer discretion advised.
Singaporean R&B – hip hop. A slick production with pop smarts and more depth than your average unsigned, though not to be taken too seriously and the synth brass must be sacked. Mark Bonafide, McLovin be thy middle name.
Annie’s at it again, helped along by a slathering of Helen Love quirk, a melody that could’ve been penned by Ace of Base and the cheapest drum machine in the shop. She ain’t Bjork but she ain’t bad.
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