Reviews

Third set from Sussex singer-songwriter following last year's widely acclaimed From Every Sphere

The most Californian band in Dublin turn their heads homewards

Hits and misses on the Modfather's first album of cover versions

'Superfluous' Ash lady proves she was born to be in the band

Notorious, long-delayed Korean shocker

Damning documentary on American fast-food overkill cuts to the bone

The old warhorse's socio-political eco-musical in miniature

Alejandro González Iñárritu's follow-up to Amores Perros is an agonisingly bleak film about death and the apparent pointlessness of things, with a dying Sean Penn getting involved with distraught widow Naomi Watts and Benicio Del Toro's sweaty born-again ex-con. Highly charged, intensely acted but eventually somewhat predictable.

Definitive overview of the massively influential Detroit five-piece

McGhie's solo debut is one of those funk records whose price (circa $600) and legend climbs in inverse proportion to the number of people who've actually heard it. Mercifully, it proves to be worth at least some of the fuss. A Studio One veteran who emigrated to Toronto in 1967, McGhie mostly abandoned reggae (save the fabulously amiable "Cool It") in favour of a grab-bag of funk and soul styles. The Sounds Of Joy have an easy grace, and McGhie makes a decent fist of "By The Time I Get To Phoenix". Militant crate diggers, though, will be weeping over the over-priced vinyl.