Also out this week:
FKA Twigs continues her evolution, growing in confidence, expanding her production wings, and morphing into this hedonistic creature with her sights firmly set on the irresistible transcendence of bass-cascading dancefloor euphoria. In short - it f*cking bangs and, if you're quick, you can meet and greet her a week today! Having hotwired their way out of hell, Mogwai return with a thoughtful yet no-less rocking 11th record - they lean a little further into those trademark effects-laden vocals, a little further into quietly simmering atmospherics, and further still into the sort of dynamics capable of scorching the sky with a click of a foot pedal. A soft and subtle approach leads album number 3 from Anna B Savage, brushing the chamber pop pieces up against folk strewn backdrops with her ever-engaging voice taking centre stage, guiding us along the shady garden path of this poetic and personal outing. Matt Berry, AKA the showman with a velvet larynx, magnificently melds psychedelic soul with odd-folk, and a bombastic take on the singer-songwriter paradigm for this properly captivating 8th installment for those acidic jazzers.
Elsewhere, Alt Blk Era are seeking immortality (cop a spot to their stripped back instore here), you can finally (re)enter the magical world of Michael Head & The Strands, The Verve have revealed what music is, Rose City Band bring the light and the dark, we've fallen in love with Tunng all over again, Thin Lizzy have gone acoustic, Frank Black is celebrating 30 years of being a teenager, and if the answer's Yo La Tengo what's the question?
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