IN&OUTTONIGHT REVIEWS 24 Monday, 6 July 2009 London Lite SO, weve had the early eighties angular white boy funk revival (head boys Bloc Party), but has time in rock world been so compressed that were now on to the late eighties and shoegazing? The Big Pink are this particular scenes leaders but Bombay Bicycle Club are pretty accomplished, too, with their scouring washes of guitars, pretty melodies and existential crisis lyrics. emergency Contraception Blues sets the tone with its ebb and flow but Dust On The Ground meshes the surge with the angst very smartly, while evening/Morning could be Placebo the morning after. pc REVIEWSMUSIC festival Wireless festival HydePark HHHHI ric raWlins pop slow club YeahSo (MoshiMoshi,10.76) HHHHI You know that Velvet underground song, Im Sticking With You, the cute one sung by Mo Tucker? Well, the Slow Club, a Sheffield two- piece, consisting of Charles and Rebecca, seem to have based an entire career on that song. Still, better that than trying to forge an existence on Vus Heroin -- theyd be better off sewing cars for a living. Yeah So is quite lovely. It doesnt deviate too far from the acoustic folk-pop template (I Was unconscious, It Was A Dream does feature electricity, bizarrely enough) but when the songs are as beautiful and moving as There Is No Good Way To Say Im Leaving You who cares if their palette consists of only a few colours? pc To order any CD reviewed, call The London Lite CD service on 01634 832789. All prices include P&P Dancehall Major lazer GunsDontKillPeople LazersDo (Co-op/Downtown,11.74) HHHHI oKAY, calm down, dont get ya diapers in a bunch, raps a Jamaican reggae vocalist, before a baby whines. Hes one of a handful of guest vocalists on this cartoonish, cutnpaste hip hop debut from the animated alias of dance producers Diplo (Philadelphias Wez Pentz) and Switch (Londons Dave Taylor). This penultimate track, neatly named Baby, is their queerest dancehall mash-up, but not by much. Major Lazers first outing is a clever bag of booty-bumping, laugh- out-loud dancehall. In fact, one song -- Diplos own Mary Jane -- features hyperactive rapping from one Dr Evil. MDEL inDie BombayBicycleclub IHadTheBluesButI ShookThemLoose (Universal,10.76) HHHHI ThereS nothing ladylike or acoustic about Londons ferocious, experimental jazz-punk-rock collective, though their fourth album does feature a female bassist. Living with A Tiger resembles the sonic product of a big wildcat having a tantrum in the studio when informed by saxman Pete wareham and drum-clobberer Seb rochford that he could sit in on their rehearsal, but only if he sat quietly in the corner. Fat chance. Theyve relocated to hastings but theres nothing Kookily seaside-y about this vital, vocal-less roar of a record which sounds like jazz done by Jack white. MARTHA DE LAcEY jaZZ acoustic ladyland LivingWithATiger (Strong&Wrong,11.74) HHHHI CRIKEY, there aint half been some hype surrounding Flo and her boys this year. We first mentioned her on these pages back in 2007 and it seems to have taken an age for Ms Welch to finally release this debut but in between shes been tipped in the BBCs Sound of 2009 and won a nonsensical Brit for best new artist, despite none of her first three singles breaking into the top 50. Indeed one didnt even crack the top 150, a remarkable feat given you probably just need to tell your mum to buy a copy to crack the top 100. So, is she worth all the kerfuffle? Partially. Lungs is a decent first album but not the cracker wed been led -- as with Little Boots -- to expect. Florence does have splendidly warm pipes, even if her cracked soul voice is a little overbearing on extended exposure. And some of the songs here are very good indeed, especially the singles Dog Days Are over and Rabbit Heart (Raise It up), both prime slices of creamy indie folk- soul, replete with harps and a sumptuous production. But sometimes theres just too much going on. Howl, for example, seems to possess the bare bones of a good song but theres no space in the arrangement -- its claustrophobically stuffed with all manner of sounds. This is a recurrent theme -- good songs slathered with production warpaint. That said, Kiss With A Fist, a feisty tale of domestic abuse, benefits from having its jagged edges left intact, even if those jagged edges have been half- inched from The White Stripes. on Girl With one Eye, Florence could almost be a female Nick Cave, while elsewhere she comes across as Eighties white soulgirl Carmel by way of Siouxsie Sioux. Not the finished article, then, but not a bad start either. pAUL cONNOLLY the Big noise florence and the Machine Lungs(MoshiMoshi)12.72 HHHII A good start: big-lunged singer Florence Welch Flo flows a little too smoothly S o MANY corporations were being hawked at this years Wireless that it felt less like a gig in a park than a mall thats been turfed. Yet for all its commercial dealings, the weekender has at least found its soul by championing uK urban music. Dizzee Rascal and The Streets dominated Saturday, with the latter squeezed into a night- marishly small tent. Dizzee, meanwhile, had a wide- screen view from the main stage. Wheres all the sexy ladies? he asked. They were down in the front, Dizzee, wiggling to Dirty Cash. Jack Peate sounded sarcastic every time he thanked the crowd (Im really having such an amaz- ing time!). Having said that, he did smash his guitar and gob on it after- wards. Which is hard to argue with. Basement Jaxx finished off the night by looking and sounding like Hawaiian witch doctors on a pilgrimage to Shoreditch, fusing their hits together like a DJ set from the gods. Yesterday got off to a walloping start with Noisettes, whose singer Shingai prowled the stage like a predator. Their style of cinematic Motown was refresh- ing, not least on a cover of Children of The Revolution. Camden Town hip hoppers N-Dubz also graced the main stage with a cinematic sound, but we got the real deal later when they made a surprise appearance with grime collaborator Tinchy Stryder in a rammed-out tent. Make some noise! and Jump jump jump! they shouted (to a noisy and jumping audi- ence), and although I was being crushed, the atmosphere was brilliant. Calvin Harris wanted to know if we were ready to dance, and although we were, there were some in the audience infinitely more ready to pelt each other with beer bottles. Nonetheless, his synth-pop made a compelling soundtrack to the hailstorm of plastic containers. Need I say that Britains Got Talent winners Diversity were as riveting live as they were on the telly? Nope? Then lets cut to Kanye West. The uS rapper swept up the crowd in his diamond-encrusted claw, with soul (Coldest Winter), rapture (Gold Digger) and eventually bootyliciousness (Good Life). West is undoubtedly an American superstar -- but the weekend was also a reminder that weve got our own rappers starring in the uK. Dizzee? Tinchy? Lets take this international. Live wire: Dizzee Rascal wows the Hyde Park crowd UK talent hits Dizzeeinghigh index.html2.html3.html4.html5.html6.html7.html8.html9.html10.html11.html12.html13.html14.html15.html16.html17.html18.html19.html20.html21.html22.html23.html24.html25.html26.html27.html28.html29.html30.html31.html32.html33.html34.html35.html