Listeners to the Krautpod will know that yours truly and Julian B flagged up Nneka back in April. Well, the MSMM (Mainstream Music Media) in the UK is catching up with our cousins sausage-side. The latest issue of London’s premier music zine London Tour Dates #51 features an interview with the woman in question. Click on the subscribe icon at the top left to isten to Krautpod #4 feat. Nneka. Read more

Deerhunter, Rainwater Cassette Exchange

rainwater-cassette-exchange-by-deerhunter_bbrsjlzolfox_full Like singer Bradford Cox this EP from Atlanta’s Deerhunter is a frail, androgynous thing. Occasionally striking but more often than not falling down on the listless side of insipid. Fans of the band will of course know that never straying above second gear is Deerhunter’s thing. Read more

New Cassettes, The Art Of . . .

newcassettesLess bluesy than The Sammies but with the same carefree abandon this debut album is easy on the ear — a fun bundle that would sit great as the soundtrack to some late night footy montage or a sun-kissed surf flick, strange to imagine it hails from Northampton. Substance is there too – if you want it – This Way to Progress sees singer Tom Stubbs musing about life passing him by while fresh single Hearts Don’t Beat Right has Bloc Party swagger before Bloc Party headed down that path marked introspective dullness.

Of course fans of My Chemical Romance apalled at this five-piece’s lack of scary mascara might well ask if the world needs another suchrose-laden injection of cheery indie, but New Cassettes have compiled in these ten gorgeously sweet songs a heady elixir for credit crunch depression. I Built the Ark with its Finn brothers melodic stomp and Lighthouse are cases in point: uplifting to the point of hysteria. Lovely stuff.

Pete Doherty, Rythym Factory, 15th May

As always with a Pete Doherty gig the unhealthy speculation was rampant: would he turn up spiked to the veins and mumble his way through some vague song endings or maybe, just maybe this could be _the_ night of post-Libertines redemption? Pity the huge chunk of the audience who decided to leave around midnight for the last trains — they missed the gig of the year, possibly of the decade. Read more

MJ Hibbett, Regardez, Ecoutez Et Repetez

You couldn’t create an album with less female appeal than this if you’d tried. What other men try to conceal beneath the periscope hood of ageing parkas, Mark John Hibbett proudly thrusts into the open. All of blokedom is on offer here from Linux to DIY. Hibbett’s mission in life is to pounce on the dullest of subject matter, hold it up to the glaring light – blackheads n’ all — and pronounce it good. Read more

Mamer, Eagle


The production on this album is astounding. If folk music from the western Xinjiang province is not your bag then at least marvel at the rich sound of this Chinese gem. Mamer sings with a warm bassy croak while gentle guitar and lilting dombra fill in the gaps and if at times the morose low-fi threatens to teeter your speakers off the table and disturb sleeping dogs — as on Mountain Wind (aka While My Catarrh Gently Weeps) – you soon get used to the sonic depression and to be honest I actually started to find the whole effect kind of soothing and, whisper it, accessible.

Of course I’ve no idea what he’s singing about (for what it’s worth it don’t sound like no Chinese I ever heard) but to help you along, the tracks for the most part are given simple one-word English monikers — Eagle, Blackbird, Man – and seem designed to evoke wistful contemplation of mother Earth as you light another scented candle. This is no bad thing.

If the language is alien then hopefully the sounds won’t be. Fans of Led Zep’s Bron-Yr-Aur will love Celebration and while overall the album stays on the introspective side of chilled there’s some beautiful melodic respite in Blackbird.

Scanners, Macbeth, 21st Feb

I remember Louise Wener many moons ago wearing a T-shirt with the slogan “Yet Another Female Fronted Band”, I always thought it more a statement of the obvious than the sarcy self-deprecating irony she was going for. I mean focusing the cameras on a strong foxy chick while a bunch of spotty geeks with pencil ties and thick glasses make up the ‘beat combo’ is a formula that’s been with us since Aretha Franklin.

The following review appears in the latest edition of London’s premier music ‘zine, London Tour Dates.
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Little Joy, Dingwalls, 21st Jan

Little Joy at Dingwalls, pic by Rachel Lipsitz

On paper it must’ve sounded like a great idea: gazillionaire globe straddling rock God teams up with cherubic Portuguese Che Guevara lookalike on the basis that they both kinda like the “same stuff”: a latino vibe straight outta Noo Yawk by way of Brazil.

The following review appears in the latest edition of London’s premier music ‘zine, London Tour Dates.

Crouched over his guitar with a chic cream jacket and a £200 haircut it’s easy to see who fills the starring role in this partnership. If we hadn’t already recognised Fabrizio Moretti then a steady stream of “I love you f****n guys. Are you having as much fun as us” confirmed that one very vocal fifth of The Strokes was present. Read more

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