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Just Jack – Diversion Tactics

Home-grown hip hop which is proud of its origins

Billy Joe Shaver – Freedom’s Child

Hard-country survivor soldiers on with his 12th studio album

The Solarflares – Look What I Made Out Of My Head

Medway-raised ramalama from onetime '80s cult heroes

Power Pop – Three Minute Warning

Ring in the new year with the best in ringing guitars from the USA

Satellite – Fear Of Gravity

Promising, optimistic debut from 21st-century Prefab Sprout

The Broken Family Band – The King Will Build A Disco

Seven-track mini album from UK alt.country act

Masami Akita & Russell Haswell – Satanstornade

Noise, basically. Catalogue number 666

This Month In Soundtracks

The producers of 8 Mile expect it to do for hip hop what The Blackboard Jungle did for rock'n'roll and Saturday Night Fever did for disco. As Eminem is already far and away the biggest-selling recording star in America, you kind of wonder where there is left for him to cross over to. Nevertheless, word is the movie's a highly successful Rocky-type dream-fulfilment tale of poor-kid-becomes-rap-star. The soundtrack, however, isn't some nightmare hybrid of "Eye Of The Tiger" and "Stayin' Alive".

28 Days Later – XL

Danny Boyle's arty horror flick started brilliantly, ended badly, and was scored by a fast-rising Brit, John Murphy. But the musical highlight is Blue States' "Season Song", which is both chilling and reassuring. Brian Eno's "An Ending (Ascent)" is also ambivalently touching, while Grandaddy are, as ever, incapable of dullness. Not sure why Godspeed You! Black Emperor's efforts for the film don't feature, but Perri Alleyne's "Ave Maria" should cheer up disappointed crazed extremists.

Die Another Day – Warners

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.
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