Album

Underworld – Anthology 1992-2002

Best Of for envelope-pushing dance trio

The Filth Amendment

The best of compilation: a time to reflect upon a career, including even the early mishaps that eventually shape one's body of work. That's how it should be, anyway. It's telling reflection on the control freakery and uptight nature of Primal Screen that they've chosen, like some pampered footballer or insecure soap star, to relate a sanitised autobiography with Dirty Hits, ignoring their early but substantial first recordings as both fey indie janglers and one-dimensional rockers.

Her Space Holiday – The Young Machines

High-class moodtronica from ex-punk emo boffin

Intermission – EMI

Wanna hear Colin Farrell sing "I Fought The Law"? Now's your chance. How exciting! And... he's Shane MacGowan. I'm not having it. Colin, you sound like a Kilburn High Road dosser and your attempt to be a rock god has lasted 34 seconds with me, most of which were the (admittedly exhilarating) guitar intro. The law won. This is all very Oirish (the film's set in Dublin), so as well as U2's "Out Of Control" there's The Thrills' "One Horse Town" and something drippy by Clannad.

Tribalistas

Trio of Brazilian superstars pool resources to win a Grammy and sell a million records

Banshees no more, the fourth Creatures album finds Siouxsie and inamorata Budgie turning Japanese

Steve Miller Band – Young Hearts: Complete

After Les Paul gave him a guitar lesson, the Gangster Of Love never looked back

Jefferson Airplane

First quartet of LPs by San Francisco's trans-love aviators, remastered with bonus tracks

Easy Come, Easy Glow

Cherished US singer-songwriter back on form

The legend behind such blaxploitation classics as Sweet Sweetback's Baadasssss Song, an incalculable influence on Tarantino and Spike Lee, recorded this in 1974. Fundamentally, it's him growling over "funky grooves". A born philosopher, he opines that "A Birth Certificate Ain't Nuthin' But A Death Warrant Anyway", and, after bemoaning the fact that he'll never visit every bar in the world, claims that "between a woman's breast is the thickest thorns you can ever lay your head on". We'll look out for that, Melv. Godlike, of course.
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