Until a few months ago, James Morrison was supporting Corinne Bailey-Rae on tour, an appropriate state of affairs, seeing as he’s basically her white, male equivalent: photogenic, well-produced, surfing a vast wave of record company hype and as bland
A decade or so ago, Phillips achieved middling fame as the frontman of Los Angeles trio Grant Lee Buffalo, who released four country -rock records of variable listen ability before calling it a day in 1999.
A spin-off from the excellent book of the same name by Simon Reynolds, this compilation takes an impressive stab at capturing the moment of frenzied creativity that occurred in the wake of punk, when rock music hurled itself in a thousand different s
Double albums are usually a bad idea for all sorts of reasons (overambitious, way too long, packed with filler tracks that should never have made it beyond the demo stage).
It’s taken two years for Mike Skinner to make the transition from a genuinely original songwriter into a tired hack writing songs about record companies, conniving groupies and dreary hotel rooms.
Like everything else the Flaming Lips have released in the past 15 years, At War With The Mystics is a terrific album.