Gallic beats

(Morning Star, Saturday 19 March 2005)

ALBUM: Daft Punk - Human After All
(Virgin)

WHAT can be said about these two Frenchmen?

They refuse to reveal their faces in publicity and their seemingly slack approach to producing their own original albums - it's been a while, lads - is not entirely indicative of their work output.

Au contraire, their collaborations are many - most famously with those other Gallic musical nymphs Air.

The other thing that they're famous for, of course, is producing dance music the like of which the cherubs have never heard.

Human After All is a treat and a half - the second that the title track kicks in, it's clear that they haven't changed their winning game.

Robot Rock starts with the kind of guitar stabs that you'd expect from Black Sabbath, but that daft digital sound soon kicks in and the song is a prime slice of punk.

The high point of the album is Make Love, a tuneful piano-guided treat with real feeling.

Human After All is like a fabulously cool Euro disco, it's like the soundtrack to a 1980s cartoon - it's like they were never away.

Modern lullaby

(Morning Star, Saturday 12 March 2005)

ALBUM: Moby - Hotel
(Mute)

THE concept behind this new album is an investigation of the homogenised nature of modern life, neatly symbolised by the clinical world of the modern hotel.

Moby excels at creating evocative soundscapes and, here, his attention is focused on calling up an image of an airless space age.

Single Lift Me Up is the standout track - a pounding call to arms for a generation stupefied by satellite TV and internet chatrooms and a neat distillation of the album's manifesto.

Other standouts include the subtly distressing Spiders and a persuasive cover of New Order's Temptation.

There's nothing new here especially, but nothing tired either - as an attempt to rouse the soporific masses, it's a failure, but this album conclusively proves that no-one makes lullabies for modern lives quite like Moby.

A rock gem

(Morning Star, Saturday 12 March 2005)

ALBUM: Brendan Benson - The Alternative to Love
(V2)

IT'S been said a million times - it's not who you are, it's who you know.

And lucky Brendan Benson knows one of modern rock's real movers - Jack White from the White Stripes.

But, if you assumed that Benson was just riding in on Jack's red and white coat tails, you'd be wrong.

Written and recorded by Benson at his home in Detroit, this is an album of absolutely solid alt-rock gems.

Opener Spit it Out calls to mind Thin Lizzy - a punky, blissfully brash tune with plenty of attitude and nothing to prove.

The album's packed with this kind of accessible, radio-friendly work - finely crafted melodies with jamming choruses that alternate with effortlessly thoughtful asides.

Feel Like Myself is all punch and vigour, while the title track is pleasingly reminiscent of Evan Dando's winsomely alt-country stylings.
Benson thanks White on the sleeve notes, but it's surely only a matter of time before the Stripes' bluesman extraordinaire is paying homage to the wit and invention of the new boy on the Detroit scene.

Fair's fair - Fairtrade Fortnight

(My Weekly magazine, 5 March 2005)

Plenty of wow

(Morning Star, Saturday 05 March 2005)

ALBUM: The Kills - No Wow
(Domino)

THE relentless pounding drums of opener No Wow are the battle cry of The Kills - they're throwing down the gauntlet to all the young pretenders, those who think that they can play the blues when they've got no soul or who lamely try to emulate The Smiths over Patti.

Jamie Hince's grinding guitars are the perfect accompaniment to Alison Mosshart's pouting vocals and the cold, clipped drum machine creates a space for the pair's musical - and sexual - chemistry to move and burn.

Telephone Radio Germany shudders with feverish guitar stabs, while Love is a Deserter trudges in with insistent menace. Dead Road takes off with a bruising guitar lick that Mick Ronson would be proud of.

It's clear that the intensity from the duo's 2003 debut Keep On Your Mean Side hasn't dissipated - if anything, on tracks like Good Ones, they sound closer than ever to implosion.

The Kills are essential, because there just aren't enough bands around with the cool smarts of the Velvet Underground and the icy sexiness of Patti Smith.

No Wow? What a misnomer.

Utter nerve

(Morning Star, Saturday 05 March 2005)

ALBUM: Kaiser Chiefs - Employment
(B-Unique)

THE Kaiser Chiefs' ability to repackage the oversubscribed Britpop singalong takes talent in itself and the boys certainly have that - as well as utter nerve in spades.

Opener Everyday I Love You Less and Less kicks in with crashing guitars and anthemic "na-na-nas."

But, if it seems a heady peak to hit so early, have no fear - it only gets better.

I Predict a Riot, the breakthrough single for the Leeds lads, is an ode to a typical lads' night out beset by lager louts.

It still arrests and floppy-fringed frontman Ricky Wilson really confirms his worth.

Filled with melody and bags of attitude, the Kaisers owe more than a little to the energy of New Wave - but, if any royalties end up going the Jam's way, it'll be money well spent.