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Rebecca Hancock And The Prison Wives – Somewhere To Land

One-time Ed Kuepper cohort Hancock has been in various Australian bands since the '80s, and it shows across her maturely enthralling solo debut, on which she sounds like a less fractured Marianne Faithfull. Backed by a fine band who effortlessly blur the boundaries between rock, folk and jazz, her own compositions are marked by arresting observations on the war of the sexes. Yet best of all are her extraordinarily haunting covers of David Crosby's "Everybody's Been Burned" and, more improbably, Joy Division's "Love Will Tear Us Apart" done country-rock style.

Set Fire To Flames – Telegraphs In Negative

Fine Godspeed-like soundscapes from Montreal collective

Timesbold

Will Oldham-influenced alt.country from Brooklyn

Linkin Park – Meteora

Unremarkable second LP from corporate-minded Californian rockers

Jimmy Reed – I’m Jimmy Reed

Leland, Mississippi blues legend still sounding as freshly minted as ever

Elmore James – Dust My Broom: The Complete Chief And Fire Sessions

The Electric Slide Guitar King's boisterous re-recordings of '50s sides

Various Artists – Velvet Tinmine

As everyone knows, glam rock in the UK was begat by Bowie, Bolan and Ferry, then ruined by bandwagon-jumping brickies in mascara. Well, yes and no—some of this rubbish was great fun, as compilers Bob Stanley and Phil King hereby recognise. And while the correct response is probably to chuckle at its tackiness, some of us, behind closed doors, will be punching the air and stomping along with surreal enthusiasm.

The Screamin’ Stukas – ‘Lotta Rhythm

Rock revelry with a Scandinavian twist

Rock & Roll Animal

Fourth album proves crowning glory of Detroit duo's meteoric career to date

This Month In Soundtracks

If you can remember the '90s, you have mediocre taste in music. Subtitled "The Best Of Britpop", this double CD ties in with the John Dower documentary about that media-stoked mirage, Cool Britannia. As Blair morphs into Thatcher and everyone wonders what they saw in the Gallaghers, it's not a fruitful time to hear this listless stodge. The track listing prompts an inner sigh—Cast, Shed Seven, the supremely flaccid Embrace. No wonder it was piss-easy for The Strokes to clean up with three Blondie riffs.
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