Steel Panther – Balls Out
Back with their second album under the name of ‘Steel Panther’, the L.A quartet divide time between parody of 80’s glam rock and out-and-out tribute. What could tire quickly as a one-trick gag in the vein of Spinal Tap or those spectacular Australian parody-rockers Bigphallica actually works here because, thankfully, the band possess the musicianship to back it up. These are frenetic, high-energy rock songs with gratuitously...
Betty Wright and The Roots – Betty Wright: The Movie
This is Wright’s first album in a decade, and if you’re looking for music with the sass, funk and soul that she was best known for in the 70’s, then you’ll find it here, but there are also modern flourishes on offer as well. This isn’t just because Wright has the benefit of The Roots as her backing band, or because of drummer Questlove’s deft hand co-producing the album, though both certainly help. She shares the stage on ‘Real Woman’...
Noel Gallagher – Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds
Regardless of your feelings about the former Oasis band-member – whether tired of the seemingly endless public spats with his brother, perturbed by the apparent hefty ‘borrowings’ from other’s music or put-off by yet another egotistical pronouncement- you’ve always had to concede, whether begrudgingly or not, that Noel Gallagher knows how to pen a bloody good rock and roll song. True enough, Gallagher’s first solo effort represents...
Kasabian – Velociraptor!
Judging by a look at online message boards regarding Kasabian, there’s little doubt that many folks seem to wish they’d just shut up and stop telling us how bloody awesome they think they are. Or at the very least shut up long enough to let us judge their music for ourselves. Regardless of what you think of their braggadocio, on Velociraptor! the lads from Leicestershire clearly display their inescapable talents in what is a fun,...
Primus – Green Naugahyde
The return of drummer Jay Lane to the fold makes this naturally feel like something of a ‘vintage’ Primus album, an outcome that several critics have inexplicably decried. Sure, those averse to Les Claypool’s wonderfully weird, creepy voice (Moron TV feels like the auditory version of a Cronenberg movie) or the house of horrors vibe that permeates through tracks like Eternal Consumption Engine won’t care for Green Naugahyde. But if...
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