Reviews

µ-Ziq – Bilious Paths Planet

First album in four years from many-aliased Michael Paradinas

Kraut Mask Replica

Kraftwerk's first 'proper' album since 1986, plus ex-member's solo outing

George – The Magic Lantern

Hypnotic debut from Mancunian duo

Various Artists – Johnny’s Blues: A Tribute To Johnny Cash

Not the first (and probably not the last) tribute to the Man In Black

High Fidelity

"Oh, I just don't know where to begin," Elvis Costello swooned in the opening line to his lusciously hummable 1979 hit "Accidents Will Happen". Not strictly true. Elvis Costello has always known precisely where to begin. Knowing when to stop, that's been another kettle of worms. His latest batch of reissues being a case in point. Each has been fattened up for market with a mind-bending welter of bonus tracks, so that Get Happy!!, a 20-track tour de force in the first place, now weighs in at 50 tracks (with Trust at 31 and Punch The Clock at 39, see right).

The Holy Modal Rounders – Good Taste Is Timeless

Pete Stampfel and Steve Weber's heretic folk-loons going ape in the country

Reborn In The USA

Hollywood remake borrows names and Minis but that's all

The Daytrippers

The promising 1996 debut by Greg Mottola, The Daytrippers is the epitome of early-'90s Sundance syndrome, where fulsome character and sharp dialogue take precedence over narrative logic. Thus, on the whim of daughter Eliza (Hope Davis), the entire Malone family (including indie queen Parker Posey) take an entertaining but essentially unjustifiable day trip to Manhattan.

Alice’s Restaurant

Arthur Penn's follow-up to Bonnie And Clyde, based on Arlo Guthrie's blues hit about his arrest for littering and how it led to him being rejected for service in Vietnam. Penn's movie follows Guthrie as he wanders the US from draft board to college to commune, providing a time capsule of the dreams and rituals of late-'60s drop-out America; and one that, with its lingeringly downbeat ending, now looks prescient.

Less Than Zero

Time has been kind to Less Than Zero. This kitschy exposé of teenage dysfunction in Beverly Hills, now freed from the weight of Bret Easton Ellis, has much in it to admire, from the fluorescent art direction and uber-'80s soundtrack to Andrew McCarthy's glassy-eyed performance and Robert Downey Jr's eerily prescient depiction of a rehab recidivist.
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