An All Saint's road back
Wideboys feat Shaznay Lewis, Papa O Shaznay C. S. Lewis, the brawn and brain in arrears pop jazz band Altogether Saints, appears to get put the band's disastrous replication behind her and is centering on something (articulated lorry)freshly, the latest service department offset, bassline. It's an interesting career move for a woman wHO hit her musical zenith in the 90s, when various versions of garage reigned supreme at one prison term or another. Lewis's nasal vocals sound wish they were made for Wideboys' drubbing basso lines, this being a genre which has always worked best with girly vocals slapped completely over it. Thanks to the current popularity of bassline and its first cousin funky house, Papa O may well be the phone of Jerry Lee Lewis hitching a ride on the nearest bandwagon. That said it still sounds far better than anything on Studio 1.
Watch the video for Pa O on YouTubeBon Iver, Skinny Sexual love Bon Iver, a bastardization of the French for good wintertime, bon hiver, is an alone allow leg identify for Justin Vernon and his songs of wistful malcontent. Shut off from the man in the bleak frigidness of northern Badger State following the crash of his band DeYarmond Edison in 2006, Vernon wrote his heartrending debut For Emma, Forever and a day Ago, from which this 1 is taken. As with the rest of the album, it's Vernon's unambiguously grainy falsetto that stands come out on Skinny Love, although the sharp lyrics, "Pour a little sALT we were never here/ Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer", ar only as hitting. With a sentience of subdued tragedy lurking beneath the surface of his sparse, acoustic tribe, Bon Iver is a mesmeric singer-songwriter.Listen to Skinny Love on MySpaceMartina Topley-Bird, Poison Having earned her stripes as the delicate ying to Tricky's mightily yang on the latter's 1995 debut Maxinquaye before sledding on to work with Gorillaz, Martina Topley-Bird has yet to carve a life history as a solo artist and hush fails to convince. Poison, the second bingle from her Danger Mouse-produced album, The Blue Deity, could form as a bonkers revenge birdsong about a cleaning lady realising "the whole town is laughing" at her and the poisonous sexual love matter she is in. Simply dozens of bendy double bass and flap vocals drain the song of any emotional heft and make it sound as if Topley-Bird isn't bothered around anything. Strain as she mightiness, Topley-Bird lacks the nerve to deliver the sort of luxuriate soul-pop so many desire from her.Listen to Poison on MySpaceWhite Jean, Let's Talk Just about it Theodore Harold White Denim's first record comes off the back of an intense period of time of ballyhoo in which their blue-collar appeal and deep confederate States of America indie-rock has earned them the dubious honor of beingness hailed the newly Kings of Leon. Ragged guitars away, it takes Let's Spill About It less that deuce parallel bars to demonstrate how superficial such a comparability is. The Texan trio dole out a wholesome combination of dynamic Americana, proggy riffs and battered drums, patch frantic frontman James Petralli barks indecipherably though staccato verses. Non-purist and capricious in their approaching to rock 'n' roll music, Andrew D. White Denim might wear their influences on their arm (Yes, Sir David Bruce Springsteen, King Crimson), merely Let's Speak About It testament only leave you looking for onward to what comes next.Catch the video for Let's Verbalise About it on YouTubeAshlee Wallis Warfield Simpson, Outta My Fountainhead (Ay Ya Ya) Having endeavoured to forge a vocation as a credible john Rock dame stake in 2004, and having been cursorily exposed as a fraud after lip-syncing on Saturday Night Experience, at that place is an air of inevitability about Ashlee Simpson's new record. The question she seems to have asked herself is: How do I make a pop tune that the LA's facially-reconstructed will cogitate brave and different? Answer: tear off Gwen Stefani in altogether her faux-wacky, "Isn't Japanese culture so cool off?" gloriole and rope in the world's busiest producer Timbaland to make for sure the thing's got suitable pop appeal. Sir James Young Simpson, sister of Jessica, pouts her way through proto-punk styled vocals sounding like a lobotomised Linda Perry, while yelp the lines "let outta my pass!" over and over once again. I know how she feels.Watch the video for Outta My Fountainhead on YouTubeMySpace of the Week: Michna For fans of Hot Chip, LCD Soundsystem and anything else a bit camp and rhythmic, DJ turned producer turned creative person in his own right Michna testament likely appeal. Claiming to hail from both Miami and Fresh York, Michna lists his hobbies as building furniture and "skeeball" and was last seen remixing for Bonde Do Character. He as well goes by the name DJ Egg Foo Young and you can listen to him hither.
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