Reviews

"Don't watch that—watch THIS!". The Nutty Boys' promos were always integral to their position as one of the greatest English singles bands of the 1980s. What's "Baggy Trousers" without a flying saxophonist? What's "It Must Be Love" without the sight of Suggs and chums risking electrocution in a swimming pool? They're all here, from '79's "The Prince" to '99's Ian Dury-assisted "Drip Fed Fred". Priceless.

Three-CD, 64-track compilation of unsung '70s soul visionaries

Self-selecting career highlights overview

Second collection from veteran orchestral fusioneer's recording career

Reggae veteran and Massive Attack vocalist returns to Jamaica for a smoke

Vaguely upsetting Toronto electronica

Business as usual for newly slimmed-down genius

Another day, another Bond movie. Forgive me if I can't get worked up about the McConcept, although David Arnold is, by any standards, a slick operator who does as much as anyone could to keep the formula fresh. Paul Oakenfold has a stab at remixing the James Bond theme, and, of course, Madonna and Mirwais concoct that title song. Here Madge contrives to sound like a tracheotomy victim rattling through an outtake from the Music album. "Sigmund Freud," she croaks. We wonder why. Then we realise she's simply trying to tell us she read a book once.

Solo debut by 'NSync frontman with production by Timbaland and the Neptunes

Horror story set among the trenches of the First World War