Reviews

Debut release of Dury's pre-Blockheads outfit from '75, with four extra tracks

Great lost power pop from Ohio

Mink DeVille man takes a walk on New Orleans' wild side

Hang on to that day job, Mick

Italian chanteuse makes her UK entrance stage left, with mixed results

Since it's hard—and possibly verboten—to say a bad word about Tom Waits, unholy shaman of whacked-out Americana, I'll content myself with expressing a few mild reservations. From the startling departure of Swordfishtrombones—over 20 years old now—Tom's every subsequent move has been worth following with avid fascination. But with 2002's simultaneously released Alice and Blood Money, it seemed he was veering off into wilfully art-wank Hal Willner territory.

More elegant chamber-pop from Tindersticks' kindred spirits

Brit actress makes half-decent debut

Vivid, polemic documentary about the unchecked greed of modern capitalism

John Frankenheimer's ruthlessly constructed, hugely entertaining actioner is essentially three stand-out car chases (Paris by night, Nice, and Paris by day) surrounded by a heist movie, a silver McGuffin suitcase, a sassy Provo pin-up (Natascha McElhone), an ex-CIA hitman (De Niro), the Russian Mafia, Sinn Fein and the Northern Ireland Peace Process. Naturally.