Reviews

It wasn't until Frank Tashlin's 1956 screwball comedy, starring Jayne Mansfield at her most buxom, that Hollywood finally exploited the nascent rock'n'roll boom. The result is a Technicolor feast of Gene Vincent, Little Richard and Eddie Cochran in their hip-swivelling prime, rivalled only by Julie London's (literally) haunting shiver through "Cry Me A River". Camp, corny, but classic.

Classic second album from San Diego firebrands

Clapton & co's '67 high watermark, in stereo and mono, plus outtakes, demos and BBC session tracks

SF punk originators saved from neglect

"Not everyone can relate/To what you and I appreciate," croons Devendra Banhart on one track of this fourth effort. It may be the truest, least cloying sentiment he's ever uttered, certainly on disc. Recorded at the same sessions as his recent Rejoicing In The Hands debut, it's a similar anthology of songs shot through with naïve, awestruck wonder, delivered in a warbling croon that's equal parts Ed Askew and Robbie Basho, over steadily thrumming finger-style guitar.

Welsh shellsuit devotees marry scatological humour to hip hop

Fifth solo album from French-Arabic Clash fan

MOR noir on dire Geordie's solo fourth

Minnesotan micro-star forgets the thong and focuses on The Song

East London upstarts' audacious LP