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Heralded by strange but interesting calls of ‘alouette’ (French for skylark), it is a fast-moving pop tune with a Gameboy-esque backing, it’s a recognisable Cole vocal with a more dance-fuelled approach. In the modern chart, it’s a pretty formulaic dance track; the club-ready beat, a semi-big chorus and odd moments we might link to Lady Gaga.
It will sell loads and will almost inevitably be a number one track, as will up-coming album ‘Messy Little Raindrops’. And whereas it’s catchy enough and will fit in easily with any club DJ’s playlist, it is very similar to a lot of other dance songs out there. Whereas ‘Fight For This Love’ was a bit different to what was out at the time, ‘Promise This’ just falls into line with other songs in the charts, only mildly more interesting than the last number one.
But it won’t really matter. ‘Messy Little Raindrops’ is almost guaranteed to hit the top spot; the continuing story of the ‘Geordie Lass’ becoming the nation’s sweetheart assures that. And she will continue to be an integral part of making the X Factor one of the country’s biggest programmes. But ‘Promise This’ promises only one thing; Cole has become the X Factor judge who sings, not the singer who judges on X Factor.
As always with Cheryl Cole, the video is well worth a watch and here is the video for 'Promise This'.
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There are a lot of things that come to mind when you first think of a Taylor Swift album. It’s the country-fied image of the ‘Love Story’ teen idol, crying over an acoustic guitar waiting for the love of her life to come and rescue her. And if you’re anything like me, that picture doesn’t make me go out and buy the album. Fortunately, ‘Speak Now’ sees a more mature Swift come through.
All the fans of Swift out there needn’t worry. It is the same style of country-influenced ballad pop that is unmistakeably Swift, with the similar romantic feel and big choruses of previous efforts ‘Taylor Swift’ and ‘Fearless’. But she shows lyrical talent past her twenty-years, even if it is all about the same thing.
‘Mine’ sets the tone for the next hour and a bit; upbeat pop with a well-built chorus and the same themes of love, regret and sentimentality that run throughout. ‘Sparks Fly’ and the sorrowful ‘Back to December’ follow the ‘schmultzy’ feel, while the delicately delivered and regretful ‘Never Grow Up’ is a touching moment. ‘Speak Now’ is another song that could well have been sung by Miley Cyrus.
The bluegrass-tinted ‘Mean’ and dance-beat fuelled ‘The Story Of Us’ offer a welcome break from the lovey-duvey ‘Love Story’ tracks, and some of Swift’s best moments come as she moves away from the idealistic tales of love. ‘Haunted’ is a dramatic orchestral tale of infatuation and obsession, while ‘Better Than Revenge’ sees a rocky side of Swift that almost touches on Avril Lavigne or Paramore. Almost.
But ‘Speak Now’ is a tiring album. Swift’s necessity for a big, all-encompassing chorus means every song feel like a long journey within itself, and the Disney-fied pop style wares thin as it goes on. The lumbering ‘Dear John’ and sombre ‘Last Kiss’ both go over six minutes and that feels too long. ‘Innocent’, the olive branch she gave to Kanye West after their MTV VMA incident, doesn’t go anywhere and big finale ‘Long Live’ comes at a point where you’re tired of hearing ‘will you take a moment, promise me this/that you’ll stand by me forever’.
I have a lot of respect for Swift after this album. She wrote every song on ‘Speak Now’, a rare thing for pop stars these days, and she shows herself to be very talented at writing and building her songs. The atmospheric story of love at first sight ‘Enchanted’ is a guilty pleasure: ridiculously romantic but momentarily captivating.
And that’s the problem with the album; a little too much about idealistic love for my taste and the constant stream of ‘anthemic’ choruses is exhausting. An overall much more mature effort from Swift, and future releases should be more interesting.
And here's what is probably my favourite song 'Better Than Revenge', and here it is backed by the now infamous image of West and Swift. In the words of Barack Obama, what a jackass.
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Well there is one thing you can give The Wanted a bit of credit for. No, it’s not their incredible musical ingenuity, and no, it’s not their unbelievable musical skills either, funnily enough. But for a boy band, that isn’t JLS or a nineties’ returning ‘wonder’, it’s very difficult to stay around for more than your five minutes. But The Wanted may just do it.
It is stereotypical boy band crap. Sung with the generic whiney male pop voice, it lumbers along with a computer-generated beat, the odd piano note and starts with the same guitar that the Backstreet Boys used on ‘I Want It That Way’. The lyrics are as dumb as they sound; it’s a song about a metaphorical hotel in a girls’ heart, with my favourite line – ‘If loneliness would move out/I’d fill that vacancy’.
The video is again exactly what you would expect; five airbrushed lads walking along a rustic-style street, jovially jostling each other with plently of heartfelt close-ups. The track is actually worse than debut release ‘All Time Low’ and that’s saying something. But this song isn’t really for me to judge.
Bands like The Wanted and JLS aren’t around to impress me; a nineteen year-old lad. They are purpose-built for the young teenage girl genre, and if the comments left on the YouTube/iTunes/Facebook pages are anything to go by, I’d say it was working. It is purely boy band pop music, and I’ll leave it for the twelve-year old girls to enjoy.
And here is the song 'Heart Vacancy', but you honestly don't have to listen to it unless you are a teenage girl - or just one at heart.
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I’m going to give the Kings of Leon a chance. I was never a big fan; I thought ‘Youth and Young Manhood’ was a good album, but there was something about their style that I never really bought into. ‘Only By The Night’, however, got a reaction from me. I hated it; especially the singles, and they’d obviously sold out for fans. But with new album ‘Come Around Sundown’ out, I’ve decided to give them a chance to win me over.
‘Come Around Sundown’ has some promising tracks. There is none of the triumphant but vacuous style stuff from ‘Only By The Night’ and a return to an older Kings of Leon sound – at least to a point. Lead single ‘Radioactive’ is the most arena-ready song on show and has the same echoey sound as ‘OBTN’, but with a more hooking guitar riff and a return to home values for Caleb Followill and Co.
Opener ‘The End’ has a mellow feel with rumbling drums that draw you in further, and ‘Pony Up’ has an interesting and enticing guitar riff that keeps you riveted. ‘The Immortals’ is also appealing with an almost euphoric chorus and ever-evolving bass line, while the gritty ‘Mary’ deserves a listen. The highlight however is ‘Pyro’; delightfully tormented Followill vocals, a touching performance and one of the only songs that builds well.
However after that, it begins to run a bit thin. ‘The Face’ sets the tone; lumbering pace and a lack of real direction see it not really go anywhere. Drummer Nathan Followill promised a ‘more chilled out’ and ‘beach-y’ album, perhaps mirrored in the choice of album title and artwork, and that’s what we get. But the problem is shown in ‘Mi Amigo’; which plods along without any real energy and almost a lack of willpower.
‘Back Down South’ has the feel of lo-fi bluegrass ‘hootenanny’, and ‘No Money’ has a punky start but just flounders within itself with the telling lyric – ‘give me something I can believe in/Give me something to walk me away’. ‘Beach Side’ is sparse and doesn’t evolve into anything and the bright-sounding ‘Birthday’ has a good chorus that fails to lift the song out of its malaise. And by the time you’ve hit final track ‘Pickup Truck’, the nonsense lyrics and deteriorating drive of the album wear very thin.
‘Come Around Sundown’ is an album unsure of itself. Kings are stepping back from the bold bravado of ‘Only By The Night’, having learned the lessons of commercial success it taught them, but this release is not a return to their old style. I gave it a chance and it has impressed me to a point; it’s much better than ‘OBTN’. But it has no real pace and until the Followills know what band they want to be; the bluesy Kings of old or the band that wrote ‘Sex On Fire’; their records will suffer.
A definite improvement if not a wholly enjoyable album, but here's my favourite track 'Pyro'.
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The Ting Tings are back. We were all overwhelmed with monster number one hit ‘That’s Not My Name’ and similarly addictive follow-up ‘Shut Up And Let Me Go’, and anyone who had the pleasure of seeing them live would agree they put on a good show for just two people. And new single ‘Hands’ sees them return to a recognisably hooking single.
‘Hands’ sees Jules De Martino and Katie White get even more poppy; a beat made for the nightclub, keyboard driven throughout and with the simple chorus asking ‘clap your hands if you’re working too hard’. But it is as addictive as its predecessors, if not more so, the heavy synths and simplicity guaranteeing it is readymade for the dance floor.
If the track is a summariser of forthcoming album ‘Kunst’, then we are in for a couple more months of being inundated by annoyingly brilliant modern pop classic from the Ting Tings. But I’m sure I’m not alone when I say I hope there’s more guitars on the album. I preferred ‘Great DJ’ and ‘Be The One’ from indie-pop debut album ‘We Started Nothing’; it was what separated the duo from other more forgettable bands of 2008.
It is a slightly selfish demand and it shouldn’t be taken as a massive criticism of ‘Hands’. It is as seductive as earlier Ting Tings hit and I challenge anyone to not dance to this if it comes on in a club. It would be brilliant to hear the pop-rock Ting Tings sound on ‘Kunst’ though, and not just the dance-pop side of their talents.
Fantastically addictive and here it is for your viewing pleasure, 'Hands'.
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Belle and Sebastian have always been one of those bands who are critically acclaimed, if not overly successful in the charts. The Glasgow band have won over plenty of writers with their brand of so-called ‘wistful pop’, but have maybe not cracked it commercially; their best-selling album reaching eighth. But as you and I know, chart sales aren’t everything, and whereas their latest release ‘Belle & Sebastian Write About Love’ probably won’t break that tradition, it is a fine piece of work.
They have carved their place in the world of music with a multi-instrumental bright style of indie pop, sort of a happier update on The Smiths, and ‘Write About Love’ is a great example of their talents. ‘I Didn’t See It Coming’, as the album opener, is brilliant at this. Atmospheric from the off, Sarah Martin’s dreamy vocals and a catchy beat build up to a euphoric end – ‘Make me dance/I want to surrender’. And the tracks follow in suit.
‘Little Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet John’ sees singer Norah Jones and Stuart Murdoch speak of a love destined to fail, and the most relaxing moment comes in the chilled and seductive ‘Calculating Bimbo’. Lead single ‘Write About Love’, featuring vocals from actress Carey Mulligan, is the most radio-friendly track with a bold riff, followed by ‘I’m Not Living In The Real World’; with an almost irresistible modern guitar pop feel and school choir backing.
It’s quite hard to pick a favourite from a set of beautifully constructed songs. ‘I Want the World To Stop’ makes a good case; instantly catchy, full of momentum and an enticing lyric to build into an intelligent pop tune. ‘I Can See Your Future’ evolves into an optimistic epiphany with deceptively dark words, and ‘Read The Blessed Pages’ is an acoustic wonder with soothing Murdoch vocals and a medieval-esque instrumental. ‘Sunday’s Pretty Icons’ is the upbeat yet melancholy album ender that perfectly seals an endlessly interesting record.
As with most releases though, there are a few dull moments. ‘Come On Sister’ is one of the more forgettable tracks, almost saved by an appealing keyboard driven beat but it falls behind the better musical moments on show here. ‘The Ghost of Rockschool’, with all its religious imagery, lumbers along and gets lost in itself. But these don’t detract from what is a very pleasing album.
The critics will no doubt enjoy ‘Belle & Sebastian Write About Love’, with the Glasgow septuplet producing another well-built and intelligent record. Every track is lovingly produced and beautifully delivered and it makes for an extremely pleasurable listen. Some may consider it boring, falling straight back into the category of boring indie crap, but this inventive album deserves more than that.
I gave it a chance and really enjoyed it, you should give it a go too. Here's probably my favourite track 'I Want The World To Stop' for your enjoyment. (P.S. Ignore the boring Scottish guy at the start).
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It is now ten years since Badly Drawn Boy won critical acclaim and the Mercury Music Prize. The singer-songwriter from Bedfordshire beat Coldplay, Richard Ashcroft and Doves to win that award with album ‘Hour of the Wilderbeast’. But as it widely reported that prize can have mixed consequences. In recent years, it has done Dizzee Rascal, Franz Ferdinand and Arctic Monkeys no harm. But the reputations of Antony and the Johnsons and Speech Debelle have taken a hit after their respective awards. And Badly Drawn Boy has unfortunately gone that way also.
Damon Gough, the Badly Drawn Boy himself, has faded into the background of the alternative British scene, seeing himself surpassed by the likes of Jamie T in the music world. His last five studio albums have gone largely unnoticed by the masses, and this single doesn’t give the impression that is going to change much.
‘Too Many Miracles’ is a good song, don’t mistake me on that. Lusciously built up, it has a kind atmospheric feel with swirling violins and a bright guitar riff that is very pleasing. All the elements go together well to form an appealing melody and make for a good listen, but it’s not going to uproot any trees.
‘Hour of the Wilderbeast’ was a great album, and his releases since deserve more than the public indifference they have been met with. Gough shows his talent in the happily pleasant ‘Too Many Miracles’, for this the latest album ‘Its What I’m Thinking Pt. 1 – Photographing Snowflakes’ should be given a chance to impress. But I get the feeling it won’t win next year’s Mercury Prize, and maybe Gough will see that as a blessing in disguise.
Worth a listen, if only one, and here's the song with a fittingly autumnal video.
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Solo projects can be a chance for someone to break free from the restraints of their band. Robbie Williams succumbed to his Britpop urges in his decision to leave Take That, and Carl Barat is seeking new pastures with his post-Libertines releases. Much further back, Michael Jackson and John Lennon left their respective bands to change their respective styles. From this debut solo release, Fran Healy’s name can’t be added to that list.
Healy will always be tragically stereotyped by the image of the melancholy frontman of Travis, and ‘Wreckorder’ does nothing to break away from this. In fact, casual listeners could mistake this for Travis’ first release since 2008’s ‘Ode To J. Smith’. The only difference though is the fact Healy features almost independently, save for a couple of contributions. And it is wonderfully built and produced.
‘In The Morning’ builds the momentum as a piano-driven opener, and ‘Anything’ sees Healy combine heavy violins and acoustic guitars to create an atmospheric ballad about love. ‘Fly In The Ointment’ is a wonderfully seductive lyric-based song, enticing from the off with a thought-provoking undertone and one of the highlights.
American singer-songwriter Neko Case duets with Healy on ‘Sing Me To Sleep’, with their dreamlike vocals combining well to give an alluring feel. And in a musical coup, Paul McCartney features on bass in ‘As It Comes’, a morbidly merry tale of a failing relationship. Healy reaches his most sombre mood in ‘Rocking Chair’; a story of grandchildren and memories, summed up by the lines ‘staring at the rising tide/where did all the time go by?’.
But as any hater of Travis will say, the style doesn’t change much and as you get to ‘Shadow Boxing’, a busy piano pacesetter, the soft-rock feel of the album is beginning to wear thin even for the most ardent Healy fans. Lead single ‘Buttercups’ could be a Travis single; the most radio-friendly song on the album but with sickly lyrics and a romantic rejection story behind it. ‘Holiday’ will probably follow as the next single, but again the bright and breezy chorus make it a little too radio-friendly and some of the album’s more intelligent songs should instead be released.
‘Moonshine’ serves brilliantly as an album-ender; a Healy song with a bit of a groove, it’s the only beat-driven toe-tapper on show and the atmospheric sing-along serves as a bit of relief after some enjoyable yet involving tracks.
Fran Healy is an underrated songwriter. With each song beautifully constructed and soulfully delivered, ‘Wreckorder’ is a very enjoyable listen and Healy once again shows himself to be a talented lyricist and musician. But the similar style of each track begins to tire towards the end, and anybody who doesn’t count Travis as one of their favourite bands, this one won’t be for you.
Enjoyable album, and I'm tied between two songs for my favourite track. 'Moonshine' is well worth a listen, but here's 'Fly In My Ointment' for your enjoyment.
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It seems like an age ago since we last heard of The Wombats. It is now almost three years since we were treated ‘A Guide to Love, Loss and Desperation’; a vastly entertaining indie rock record that brought the band to the country’s attention. Their latest release, single ‘Tokyo (Vampires & Wolves)’ shows the Liverpudlian trio adding to their reputation though.
Their style was characterised by the alternative guitar rock feel and energetic performances, both of which are there in abundance in the new single. Matt Murphy’s triumphant vocals take me back to The Wombat’s bouncing display at Isle of Wight two years ago. But this time, we hear the undeniable melody with a catchy keyboard backing, giving it more of a club dancefloor vibe.
A very enjoyable song, the same Wombats pace with a dash of maturity and the new album promises to be an anticipated release. Murphy, drummer Dan Haggis and bass player Tord Overland-Knudsen made a big impact with the impressive ‘A Guide To Love, Loss and Desperation’, which spawned many indie anthems such as ‘Moving To New York’, ‘Kill The Director’ and the brilliant ‘Let’s Dance To Joy Division’, and it’s good to hear them back.
The new album, scheduled for a late November release, will have to be hugely remarkable to beat its predecessor, but if ‘Tokyo’ is just a taster of what’s to come, we could be in for a treat. Watch this space.
Look out for the new album, and here's the entertaining video for 'Tokyo (Vampires & Wolves).
NWR

I’ve never been Mark Ronson’s biggest fan. I am part of that select group that believe he ruined The Zuton’s Valerie and Kaiser Chief’s Oh My God with his over-production ‘skills’ and took all the glory for it. It made me smile to see Amy Winehouse’s recent comment about Mr Ronson, claiming he is ‘dead’ to her after taking the credit for her album for himself, the first time I’ve ever agreed with her. So I made sure I had a listen to his latest release, mainly to slate it. But I must say I was a little disappointed, finding myself even liking parts of it.
Under the guise of ‘Mark Ronson and the Business International’, Ronson’s third album ‘Record Collection’ once again sees him link up with a number of collaborators. Amongst these, Boy George and Duran Duran singer Simon Le Bon feature, alongside the likes of rappers Wiley, D’Angelo and Q-Tip. And the result is a slightly disjointed record that gets stuck deep in your head.
Lead single and first track ‘Bang Bang Bang’ is the perfect choice to introduce the album. Featuring an almost undeniable hook and happy 80’s synths, it is one of the highlights on the album. Follow-up single ‘The Bike Song’ fails to live up to its predecessor, with a simple but uncertain melody, but nonetheless you find yourself singing it an hour later.
Boy George’s contribution on ‘Somebody To Love Me’ makes it more than it would be without his passionate vocals, and Le Bon’s chorus on ‘Record Collection’ fit in well on a well-worked melody. The sinister ‘Introducing The Business’ sees the album takes a more R’n’B twist; with an inticing chanted chorus, rapper Pill’s forceful vocals and an atmospheric involvement from the London Gay Men’s Chorus.
Ronson himself actually takes to the microphone this time; supplying some skilful vocals to ‘Record Collection’ and the chorus of the record’s highlight ‘Lose It (In The End). His downbeat and wistful voice contrasts well to the powerful Ghostface Killah rapping, and coupled with a faster pace, make for the album’s best track.
But the highs are matched by the lows. ‘The Colour of Crumar’ is the best of four forgettable instrumentals, with ‘Circuit Breaker’ sounding like a poor GameBoy soundtrack on a loop. ‘Hey Boy’ has too much going on by the end of a tough few minutes of confused keyboard pop, and ‘Glass Mountain Trust’ isn’t saved by a good performance from rapper D’Angelo.
‘Record Collection’ is an apt name for this album. It is a collection of different artists singing on songs that have little link, the only similarity being the hybrid synth-rap-R’n’B style of the record. There is a very disjointed feel to parts of the album, and a few instantly forgettable songs thrown in. But I can’t loathe it as much as I hoped I would, there are four or five enjoyable moments where Ronson’s ability shines through. He has got rubbish hair though.
The blonde hair is terrible Mr Ronson, but the album is okay. Here's my favourite song, 'Lose It (In The End).'
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Bombay Bicycle Club are an impressive band. Their first single ‘Evening/Morning’ was released just over two years ago, and they have accomplished a lot in that time. They have released two studio albums; firstly the impressive ‘I Had the Blues But I Shook Them Loose’ and the second the extremely impressive acoustic ‘Flaws’, while also winning the Best New Band award at this year’s NME Awards and gaining a small but loyal group of fans.
Their distinctive sound is heralded by the indie vocals of Jack Steadman, but they added to their blossoming reputation by adding the folksy-acoustic ‘Flaws’ to their back catalogue. A quite brilliant album, and latest single ‘Rinse Me Down’ is the lead single from that modern masterpiece.
Upbeat from the first note, ‘Rinse Me Down’ bounces along happily, with a light-hearted indie-folk feel, full of momentum for an acoustic number and good cheer for Steadman’s low voice. A fine choice for the album opener and a decent choice for a single which, along with the slightly sinister instrumental ‘Dorcas’, will hopefully add to the hype surrounding the London foursome.
In an age when a lot of indie bands come and go, I for one hope that Bombay Bicycle Club are here to stay. Their two releases so far have stood head and shoulders above other similar releases of the past year or so, and if they continue to pick up followers as they have been doing, we should be hearing a lot more about them.
Probably my hottest tip of the moment, and here's the song.
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Not many bands make it to their tenth studio album. Manic Street Preacher’s first attempt was 1992’s ‘Generation Terrorists’, and their unique brand of modern rock and political angst is still with us almost two decades later. This is no mistake as the Manics have built a loyal following for their music, and they have branded ‘Postcards from a Young Man’ as their ‘one last shot at mass communication’. You know what, they may have just pulled it off.
You instantly know when you’re listening to the Manic Street Preachers. Whether it’s the powerful vocals of James Dean Bradfield, the intelligent lyrics of Nicky Wire or the theatrical rock sound of the Welsh trio, it hits you early on in a track before anyone needs to tell you that it is in fact the Manics. And that is the case with pretty much the entire album.
Lead single and album opener ‘(It’s Not War) Just The End of Love’ is a well-built guitar pop song with a memorable chorus that will stick in your head and a sweeping grand feeling that covers the entire record. The song ‘Postcards from a Young Man’ opens to an orchestral epiphany and develops into a far-reaching melody, as does the jubilant ‘Some Kind of Nothingness’ and the bright ‘Hazleton Avenue’.
Like all of Wire’s words, there is a message amongst the guitar hooks. The title track ‘Postcards from a Young Man’ assures fans ‘this world will not impose it’s will/I will not give up and I will not give in’. Elsewhere, ‘All We Make is Entertainment’ shouts ‘we were part of the grand illusion’, while the boldest statement song ‘Auto-Intoxication’ proclaims ‘disaster isn’t coming/It’s already arrived’.
The latter is probably the most different song on show; dreamlike vocals are met with an angrily heavy chorus and a powerful statement making for the most varied melody on ‘Postcards from a Young Man’ and therefore probably the most appealing. ‘The Future Has Been Here 4 Ever’, heartfully delivered by Wire, has odd arrangements and ‘I Think I’ve Found Out’ has a distinct mandola opening, but the style of the album is set as grand guitar pop from track one.
The theatrical rock theme is at its best in the anthemic ‘The Descent (Pages 1 & 2), while ‘Golden Platitudes’ is a thoughtful ballad and ‘A Billion Balconies from the Sun’ is a fast-paced rock number. It is an older sister of ‘Send Away The Tigers’, the old Manic sound with a mature vigour from a band now nearly twenty-five years into its career, and with arguably their best release since ‘This is My Truth Tell Me Yours’ in 1998. Album ender ‘Don’t Be Evil’ thumps this home; a confident flashy guitar rock song to seal a bold record.
Pure and simply, Bradfield, Wire and drummer Sean Moore are the masters of the theatrical rock sound and it doesn’t seem to tire, even twelve songs in. The Manics are back on form on the enjoyable ‘Postcards from a Young Man’ and should gain plenty of fans for the effort. It seems their claim of ‘big radio-friendly hits on this one’ has been validated, and it doesn't look like Bradfield & Co. are done just yet.
A great album from the Welsh trio, and here's leading track and first single '(It's Not War) Just The End of Love' for your enjoyment.
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It has always been a bit of a mystery how Feeder have never truly broken into the mainstream of music. They have got some of the essential modern rock songs in ‘Just A Day’ and ‘Buck Rogers’, while have also written some truly epic indie anthems in ‘Just The Way I’m Feeling’ and ‘Tumble and Fall’. It may come as a surprise that the trio have never scored a number one album or number one single, and ‘Renegades’ is not going to break that tradition.
Returning to the earlier, heavier and less commercial Feeder sound, ‘Renegades’ thunders along well; very catchy, full of momentum and with a rousing lyric about rebellion and revolution – ‘things can be different, we can belong’. Much like most of frontman Grant Nicholas’ work, it is the recognisable metal-pop style that we immediately associate with the Welsh band, with a typically Nicholas vocal.
After their brief side-project as Renegades, the return of Feeder was a relief for the die-hards, but the album has only sold respectively. In fact, it was their first effort since the grungy ‘Polythene’ in 1997 not to make the top ten, and neither this single or the similarly rocky first release ‘Call Out’ received much airplay. But they are Feeder songs, another good addition to their collection and will form another part of any big fan’s back catalogue.
In an ideal world, ‘Renegades’ would be on Radio One, it deserves to be for its sheer difference in a world dominated by Jason Derulo, Taio Cruz and Roll Deep and could probably attract a new legion of fans. But for now, us Feeder fans can enjoy it in our relative seclusion.
And here for your listening pleasure, is the song 'Renegades'.
NWR

Thank God for Weezer. They will never be a band who philosophize, offer their musings on the purpose of existence or even give much of a political stance in the state of world affairs. But what they will do is give you a laugh and a catchy song about the life of a young nerd in America. And they’re blooming good at it.
The pioneers of geek rock, Rivers Cuomo and Co. have always been about hook-heavy melodies that are light-hearted and pure fun to listen to, and ‘Hurley’ is pretty much that. Just from the choice of lovably innocent ‘Lost’ character Hugo ‘Hurley’ Reyes as the album artwork shows that this record isn’t that serious. It’s just about what Weezer have always been about: the life of a Californian nerd, and it's very hard to find faults with it.
Lead single and first track ‘Memories’ is a retrospective catchy sing-a-long, with Cuomo reminiscing about the band’s early experiences and a touchingly anthemic ‘how can we make it back there?’. Quite an honest message, and there are more hidden in the pleasing guitar pop riffs. ‘Unspoken’ contains one of the angriest ever Cuomo lyrics about a chance being taken away, while the deceptively solemn ‘Run Away’ shows a thoughtful reluctance to an inevitable change much like the more optimistic ‘Brave New World’.
‘Hang On’ is a well-dressed reassurance to a dear friend, while the lo-fi country-esque album ender ‘Time Flies’ shows Cuomo at his most sensitive; and wistfully looking back – ‘time flies when you’re having fun’. They may be set to a back-drop of instantly-recognisable alternative guitar tunes, but they speak the fiercly loyal fan base that the LA foursome have built up.
It’s not all looking back and moving on though; ‘Ruling Me’ and ‘Smart Girls’ are upbeat indie rock toe-tappers and are immediately pleasing, while ‘Trainwrecks’ is a marauding rebellious tale of juvenile laziness. But the ultimately fun and faultlessly ridiculous ‘Where’s My Sex?’ sees Weezer at their brilliant best. The heavy yet immediatley lovable pop-punk track is recognisable instantly with the band, and Cuomo is now a personal hero for getting the lines ‘gosh dang’ and ‘prehistoric screwball’ into a song.
It was never going to be a shining beacon of musical brilliance and variety has never been Cuomo’s thing, but it will draw critical and commercial praise and is a fun album from a very talented band. From the front cover, to the fact the stars of Jackass sang backing vocals to ‘Memories’ and comedy actor Michael Cera did the same on ‘Hang On’, it’s all about being immature and although it's not their best work, it is a fitting advert for who Weezer are. For die-hard fans, it’s another first-class record for the collection. For others, it will hopefully make them go look back at Weezer’s previous exceptional work. And compared to some of the music out at the moment, what a welcome break this is.
Well worth a listen, and here's the video for lead single 'Memories' with the cast from Jackass here. This just about sums them up. Brilliant.
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