I've been facing a crisis over the loss of rock and roll lately. Indie's well and truly dead, garage revival's running out of veins to mine, punk thrashes in place - everything's giving over to a new, ugly breed of electronic fuckery. Nobody's got new ideas for guitars.
Rock'll be back someday. But in the meantime, maybe it'll be the Brainfeeder+Friends crew who pulls us through, these guys dabbling in inky jazz and atmospheric hip hop, making chillout music that'll make you think and make you stand. Martin's latest features a dozen guests and shuffles through a dozen styles: it's a night-drenched album where electric pulses and autotune specters rub up against slinky horns, clear-eyed exaltations, and P-funk throb. A rich, quietly exciting record that rewards slow, repeated listens 4/5
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