Reviews

Sam Fuller once claimed that the point of any opening sequence was to give the viewer an erection. Here we have Barbara Stanwyck in black, on a white stallion at the head of her 40 hired men. As lawman Barry Sullivan exclaims succinctly: "Whoa!" Shot in 11 days, in Cinemascope, this is Fuller firing on all cylinders, taking the '50s pulp western and squeezing more juice out of it than any of his contemporaries.

Mid-price reissues from one of the progenitors of intelligent rap

Cult horror movie-inspired synth-pop

Near-fatal 1958 car crash fails to prevent career resurrection

Nebraskan new wavers make a canny swerve for fourth LP

Saucer-eyed Santa Cruz psych-noise

Nineties electro-punk megastars return

"Polk Salad Annie"man joins forces with the country-soul sisterhood

First LP in a decade by UK avant rockers

Wolverhampton maverick's third album