27fm Album Jukebox – June 2020
No scores out of ten, no boring cliches, no corporate agendas, no marketing bias… just The Niche Cache’s favourite albums from the past month
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No scores out of ten, no boring cliches, no corporate agendas, no marketing bias… just The Niche Cache’s favourite albums from the past month
All breakup albums are about Love, loss, grief and acceptance, in that order. A narrative arc of emotional pain and growth. The very best ones are able to bring it back around to Love again, finding a way to recapture the essence of what was good about the relationship before turning towards the great unknown with a smile and a nod.
If you aren’t yet familiar with the bass-slapping maestro that is Thundercat then you’ve probably still heard his work somewhere.
Garage rock’s foremost champion son is nothing if not prolific, barely six months ever go by without him unveiling some new record
There’s a lot to be said for artful brevity, even within the sprawling kaleidoscopic world of modern psychedelia. Foxygen – great name – seem to have figured this out with their latest effort.
It’s been so long since the last great Stones album. So long that every time they release a new one, people make a big deal over how long it’s been.
The Drive-By Truckers fly the flag for southern-fried rock and roll but that flag ain’t a confederate one.
There was a time when rock and roll could save your life. Or at least that was the mythos, the yearning desire...
Angel Olsen has worn a few different guises in her short time on the scene but the silvery glam-wig she chucks on in her trailer vid for the song Intern was a new one.
How far is a light year? How far is a light year? How far have we wandered from what we can never get back?
Tribute albums are great. I don’t know if that’s a controversial statement or not but they really, truly are.
Radiohead have been dropping albums at no moment’s notice since before it was the trend. Which is exactly the way that Radiohead fans like to think about that.
Sturgill Simpson broke out a couple years ago with ‘Metamodern Sounds in Country Music’, which was a freakin’ trip of a record. Psychedelic, spiritual and profound – sorta like a less evangelistic Luke the Drifter.
Across the course of about five years and three (proper) albums, Parquet Courts have risen from hipster obscure garage rockers to the finest indie band on the planet.
The man, the myth, the legend, the Godfather of Punk, the face of the Stooges, the harbinger of broken bottles and dirty words, the spitter, the junkie, the crowd surfer, the crawler on shards of glass...
Not only is Mr Segall the most prolific rock and roller going around but the lad is constantly on his game too. Turns out there’s plenty you can do with an electric guitar and a sincere desire to shred it.
It’s taken a long time to get around to this, it’s been a difficult task.
Marlon Williams is a folk singer. A real one, too, not one of those faux-hipster folkies who wouldn’t know Mississippi John Hurt from Marcus Mumford’s left tit.
You sorta know what to expect from a band like this and that is, blissfully, what you get. It’s guitar driven proto-metallic, headbangin’ throwback. The drums pound. The bass is heavy. The riffs are fierce and coarse.
Kurt Vile has become one of indie rock’s brightest guitar wizards. The Philly fella’s back with a new long-player that continues his wonderful hit-streak of slacker daze magic.