Every last time we’ve thus far concertedly focussed our every attention on shak. – née Shakuru Tajiri – the aftertaste been in the exact same tone, with better than the last one as yet the general consensus. First came Maybe, U.; then Same Time, Same Places and indeed once again I’d go so far as to endow Without. with the estimable epithet of best yet. Were it to lay any further back, it’d be flat-out as guitar lines redolent of Chris Rea wind seductively around clipped trap beats like colourless smoke rings caught in the dangly glinting of an exorbitant chandelier and, expansive without ever sounding overly expensive; immaculately pieced together without emanating the impression of overproduction, it’s another to subtly insinuate we’re struggling to live without shak.
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- Completing a somewhat incongruous trio, @the_prodigy join @Metallica & @IronMaiden @Sonisphere 2014. Tickets here: http://t.co/YlaM1UPcdA about 8 hours ago from web
- Rousing as it is woebegone, hear Polaroids – an emphatic début track from Isle of Wight five-piece, @plasticmermaids: http://t.co/mpwe8TWBxe about 9 hours ago from web
- Become entwined in Speedy Ortiz’ brilliantly hulky Everything’s Bigger – a first from upcoming EP, #RealHair http://t.co/He37MnlcUv about 9 hours ago from web
- A syncopated, tidily off-kilter vision, hear @arthurbeatrice’s Midland: http://t.co/S3TJXkio1X about 11 hours ago from web