Reviews

Californian often hyped as the US Aphex

Two-band collaboration revisits Cracker faves in Richmond vs Nashville showdown

Across five studio albums and a live set, the first lady of folk comes to terms with new movement of singer/songwriters

Rare southern soul sides from disco diva's Muscle Shoals days

Van Sant's stark, poetic recreation of Columbine

This late John Wayne movie has The Duke as a Chicago cop trailing his man to London, while a hitman seeks to fulfill a contract on Wayne's life. It's middling, fish-out-of-water fare, the kind of bawdy, roustabout stuff Wayne did far too often, but by way of compensation you get Richard Attenborough as Wayne's finicky Scotland Yard sidekick.

Mesmerising Japanese study of voyeurism and eroticism. Shot in black and white but colourfully performed by Asuka Kurosawa as a repressed wife who's blackmailed by a stranger into—wait for it—masturbating in public places. In lesser hands it'd be tat, but there's a Cronenberg-like claustrophobia to the seediness. Porn, then, but arty porn.

Daltrey and Townshend struggle for the high notes, the mic-throwing and the windmilling are stagey rather than spectacular, and the sound never really comes together as the hits roll on. But it's historic stuff—Entwistle's last show, and also the great Pixelon hoax, the Internet concert that never was.

Solo album from former Reindeer Section and Snow Patrol collaborator

Scottish seven-piece deliver John Peel's favourite album of the year